A tiny snowflake, born from winter’s breath, drifts through a moonlit window into a quiet room. There, he meets a whispering breeze who helps him find his way home—before the night grows too old and the stars tuck themselves in.
A dreamy snowflake who hums lullabies to the moon
He carries winter’s magic in his delicate, dancing form
[RHYTHMIC]Little Zephyr, soft and light, Floats on silver threads of night. Through the pane so cold and bright, Into warmth—a world so white.
[GENTLE]Lace of frost on windowpane, Dances where the moonbeams reign. Zephyr hums a tune so low, A lullaby of ice and snow.
[PAUSE]
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