At the weary year’s final dusk, the sky wept with sorrow,
A soul’s storm and waves of pain, hit without a tomorrow.
Wounds gape open on the edges of hope’s plea,
As if the night won’t surrender to the dawn that struggles to be.
Yet behind the bitter haze, a gentle wind whispers low,
Bringing a new year’s echo, a soft and steady glow.
The dawn of 2025 steps calmly, sweeping away the ties of grief,
Watering the heart’s soil with dewdrops of promised relief.
We, the warriors staggering on the edge of time’s shore,
Clutching broken dreams from the rubble of what was before.
A new year is not just a number that rolls on,
It is a spotless canvas awaiting courage’s dawn.
This dawn is not merely the morning’s light,
It is a rising from the past’s broken night.
It is a warm embrace at the end of a shivering dark,
It is a guarantee that even a wound can leave a shining mark.
Now, we no longer run from our own shadows’ might,
We look at the past with a heart that’s open and light.
Every step is a prayer, every breath is a new hope,
From the ruins of sorrow, a new life we now grope.
Splendour is not just a fragile illusion to chase,
It’s the fruit of sweat and tears that fell from grace.
We who fell, now understand what it means to rise,
We who were hurt, now know true healing’s prize.
Come, dawn of 2025, with your warming ray,
Burn away the grief, ignite the hope that had gone astray.
Guide our weary steps towards the promised horizon’s light,
Let hope bloom, like a rose in destiny’s garden, shining bright.
We are a flame that storms cannot extinguish,
We are fighters who brave the darkness to finish.
In this new year, we are no longer alone,
The dawn leads the way to a story we now own.
Those wounds now shimmer as traces of our way,
Their scars strengthen the heart that felt so frayed.
At the crossroads of time, we are no longer bound,
We walk tall, towards a future where light can be found.
The dawn of 2025, you are the answer to our call,
From the silent sighs that hang in our souls, and fall.
You are a lighthouse on a sea so dark and deep,
You are the proof that darkness always ends in light we keep.
So, let us embrace this dawn with open hands and glee,
With a spirit made whole and a heart that’s brave and free.
We are the light that shines on, a beacon in the night,
Becoming a flame that will never fade from sight.
The dawn of 2025, you are a new beginning’s sign,
Where wounds turn to light, and hope is no longer a blur, but divine.
Kreator : Vidya D’CharV
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