Hazy winter embrace
the ambiance in London.
We stroll through
Westminster bridge
As the breeze of memories —
Gush,
New year gives a call.
We seek to chase it down
amidst the melodramatic December
adieu.
Meanwhile,
we are held by erstwhile flashback
Aftermath of grim,
Bygone nights.
Covered underneath;
The seasons of sunshine.
Like the rollercoaster,
London Eye ride
Filling the fleeting time's
palette.
We anticipate new dawn of life
Lucent rays of faith.
Descending down from the
horizon of January—
a new beginning awaits.
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