Naughty

So here’s to the time we won’t forget, the transcendental change, the creative momentum…

When the year wraps up,
and the change aligns,
I find myself reflecting, recharging,
feeling a bit tied.
In my favorite street,
with fresh ideas coming up,
But I am wandering around, pondering about,
When can I get them realized on time?


The holiday season makes me feel naughty,
with rain pouring and wind blowing
The storm thrills up the holiday melody..
But I try to figure out -
What happened in the years?
making things clear up.
With a frown and a grin,
we’re breaking the mold,
grasp the moment of silence,
Embrace the world of difference.


Whispers in the dark,
secrets we’ll share,
A little mischief makes the night feel rare.
With every creative thought,
The passion inspires,
Immerse yourself in the dynamic realm.


So here’s to the time we won’t forget,
the transcendental change,
the creative momentum.
With a little bit of spice,
and a dash of color theme,
In this unusual experience,
we’ve got let things go.

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