Winter’s past awakened those subtle sentiments, In the tapestry of sutured dreams, Nature exuviates her summer gown, The winter’s chilling whisper serenades the naked and shivering boughs, Engraved upon the spiritual pathway, footsteps sigh, Rustling muses coat as layers of silvery thread, Snowflakes silently fall upon the white, fluffy, thick carpet leading towards the shrouded cold Cathedral. Winter’s mist clings as a white veil upon the towering spires, Horatio, the clergyman’s son, stood trembling in the biting cold, In his father’s powerfully carved out and delivered sermons were the notions of life's pathways, Smile graced his soft, thin lips, reflections of his privileged background, He is a person of honor, honesty, kindness and integrity; even through turbulent times, he pays homage to his inner strength, Encased in the winter sternness, in the voices of winter’s past. Resting his cold cheek against the Cathedral’s weathered and aged walls, he shuddered and muttered a prayer of gratefulness.
My favorite lines has to be "The winter’s chilling whisper serenades the naked and shivering boughs" and "Winter’s mist clings as a white veil upon the towering spires" ❄️ They encapsulates the ethereal stillness and beauty of the scene. Thank you my dearest friend for bringing me joy with your passages for each and every video - it is truly inspiring and I always look forward to hearing from you 🤍
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Winter’s past awakened those subtle sentiments,
In the tapestry of sutured dreams,
Nature exuviates her summer gown,
The winter’s chilling whisper serenades the naked and shivering boughs,
Engraved upon the spiritual pathway, footsteps sigh,
Rustling muses coat as layers of silvery thread,
Snowflakes silently fall upon the white, fluffy, thick carpet leading towards the shrouded cold Cathedral.
Winter’s mist clings as a white veil upon the towering spires,
Horatio, the clergyman’s son, stood trembling in the biting cold,
In his father’s powerfully carved out and delivered sermons were the notions of life's pathways,
Smile graced his soft, thin lips, reflections of his privileged background,
He is a person of honor, honesty, kindness and integrity; even through turbulent times, he pays homage to his inner strength,
Encased in the winter sternness, in the voices of winter’s past.
Resting his cold cheek against the Cathedral’s weathered and aged walls, he shuddered and muttered a prayer of gratefulness.
My favorite lines has to be "The winter’s chilling whisper serenades the naked and shivering boughs" and "Winter’s mist clings as a white veil upon the towering spires" ❄️ They encapsulates the ethereal stillness and beauty of the scene. Thank you my dearest friend for bringing me joy with your passages for each and every video - it is truly inspiring and I always look forward to hearing from you 🤍
💙🎵 This is so soothing.
The old church, old world lamp post, the fog, touch of snow, the subtle glow & the music. All the details.
I L💙VE THIS! ❄💙💙
Thank you so much for your beautiful words 💙❄ I'm so happy you L💙VE it!
I was genuinely impressed by your video. I hope this message reaches many, bringing them great fortune and the ability to achieve their heart’s desires. Wishing you joy, prosperity, and an amazing day
Another great Winter-Anthems. I love it. 🖤🕯🙂
You're so nice 🤍 Thank you for all your support - enjoy winter! ❄️
I like your music, it's great❤😍
Thank you very much! 💖
You make great videos every day
Appreciate the support 🥰
🎧Listen to music🎶 for harmony and calm💞💕
Enjoy the tranquility 💖