I was born in January’s cradle,
Where the year begins anew,
Beneath the frost-veiled mornings,
And skies of brittle blue.
This month is a hymn of beginnings,
A promise carved in ice,
With dreams like stars awakening,
In a world both harsh and nice.
I love it for its courage—
The way it shakes off the past,
With winter’s breath still lingering,
Yet hope's song growing...
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