Winter Lights, Warm Hearts

Cold air bites, but it feels so sweet. Wind whispers secrets down the street.

Colors collide in the sky's embrace. Every shadow lit by a glowing trace.

Winter lights painting the night, red and blue, gold so bright. Hearts ignite.

In the cold, we find a warmth that lingers, a rare

design. Children laugh, their eyes wide dreams. Adults hold silence,

lost in streams. Each moment hangs like frozen time, a fleeting joy, a rhythm,

a rhyme. Afraid to blink, afraid to lose every spark,

every hue. Winter lights painting the night, red and blue, gold so bright.