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Snowlight resting on the forest trees
Warm breath mingling with the gentle breeze
Soft jazz drifting through the quiet air
Like a story waiting to be shared
And every note that softly falls
Feels like snow against the walls
In the pages of a quiet winter day
Where the tender chords begin to sway
Every moment slow and true
Turns the world a softer hue
In the pages turning calm and free
Time slows down enough to see
All the warmth that lingers near
In this stillness, crystal clear
Window glass glowing with a silver shine
Footprints fading into winter’s line
Your voice blending with the mellow tune
Like a whisper floating to the moon
And in this hush of white and gold
Every thought begins to fold
In the pages of a quiet winter day
Where the tender chords begin to sway
Every moment slow and true
Turns the world a softer hue
In the pages turning calm and free
Time slows down enough to see
All the warmth that lingers near
In this stillness, crystal clear
Let the rhythm breathe a sigh
Let the forest answer why
Every chord a gentle hand
Holding all we understand
In the pages of a winter bright
Where the jazz glows soft as candlelight
I remain within the space
Reading moments full of grace
In the pages calm and warm and true
Winter’s quiet carries through
Let the melody remain
Like a bookmark in the rain
