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The Heart of the Holidays: Finding Magic in Joy, Memories, and Winter’s Quiet Moments
Take Joy, Connection, and Calm in Winter's Glow from Holiday Time Holiday time is that season of joy and nostalgia and reflection in the final throes of the year. For most, it is a time of the year when all the steps of the neighborhood light up, families sit across tables full of food, and laughter abounds in rooms full of all styles of festive cheer. But under all that partying, it all tries to be a chance to reconnect and reflect, savoring small pockets of peace. Okay, well, let's dive into the heart of the season and how to do it all in big and little ways.
By Imtiyaz Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Let’s Go Back in Time
Let’s Go Back in Time A journey so beautiful, lost in time, Let’s look back and rewind. You'll find that your companion, your friend, Was there for you, until the very end. Even the places hold secrets untold, Whispering stories from days of old. Can’t you recall the steps you took? With your beloved, your life’s precious book. The road you walked sang your tune, Joyful verses under the moon. So here’s my song, let me share, A melody of a time so rare. (Chorus): Oh, the journey was a fleeting dream, A happy moment, or so it seemed. Life passed like a sweet refrain, A brief, bright spark in time’s domain. We were young, lost in our skies, Dreams unfolding before our eyes. But time moved on, and when we woke, The words we spoke became a cloak. She turned to me, my journey’s flame, And said, "It’s done, we’ve won the game." I smiled back, and with a sigh, "My dream was you, my lullaby." (Bridge): The road was drawn by time’s own hand, A fleeting path, both wild and planned. My journey’s love, my heart, my friend, Together we walked until the end. (Chorus): Oh, the journey was a fleeting dream, A happy moment, or so it seemed. Life passed like a sweet refrain, A brief, bright spark in time’s domain.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
The Lost Key to Harmony
In the heart of the bustling city of Armonía stood an old music shop, a place filled with stories and melodies. Owned by Mr. Elias, a retired maestro, the shop brimmed with vintage instruments and rare sheet music. Among his prized possessions was a mysterious, ornate key engraved with musical notes, rumored to unlock "the door to harmony."
By muskan goyalabout a year ago in Poets
