PATRICIA B-M
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💫💖🌹 POEM "From the ashes of the Serpent to the flames of the Horse: the eternal soul of crypto"
December 2025, the last round of the year, the trading notebook closes in silence. We count the scars, the gains, the pains, the sleepless nights where Bitcoin danced violently.
We witnessed the crypto winter, cold as a bear market, wallets bleeding, dreams turned to dust. Then came the timid spring, a halving awakening and the summer exploding in a bull run of light.
We cried over "Luna", laughed with the memecoins, held our $BTC like an impossible love. We saw kings fall, shitcoins becoming kings, our hearts beating to the rhythm of visible candles.
2025, the Year of the Wood Snake fading away, Wise and cunning, it taught us patience. It whistled through the blocks, slipped between the lines whispering: "HODL, little one, everything is just appearance."
But here comes the Lunar New Year, 2026 knocks at the door, red and gold. The Year of the Fire Horse, proud and wild, it arrives galloping, mane of flames, meteor gaze.
The Fire Horse will gallop on the blockchain. Its hooves will shake the network nodes. It will burn the old tales, the fears, the old era to give birth to cycles that are faster and more beautiful.
May its fire warm your forgotten cold wallets, May its sparks ignite unseen pumps. May 2026 be the year you will no longer regret, Where your stack becomes legend, where your dreams are no longer lost.
So, under the last snows of December, you will lift your eyes to the starry sky. 2025 will leave, 2026 will arrive in ashes and light... We will remain here... Forever NGMI or to the moon, it doesn't matter… 💖🚀🫶
Have a great day 🥰
Kindly ✨️,
#PATRICIABM 🌹💖💫
December 2025, the last round of the year, the trading notebook closes in silence. We count the scars, the gains, the pains, the sleepless nights where Bitcoin danced violently.
We witnessed the crypto winter, cold as a bear market, wallets bleeding, dreams turned to dust. Then came the timid spring, a halving awakening and the summer exploding in a bull run of light.
We cried over "Luna", laughed with the memecoins, held our $BTC like an impossible love. We saw kings fall, shitcoins becoming kings, our hearts beating to the rhythm of visible candles.
2025, the Year of the Wood Snake fading away, Wise and cunning, it taught us patience. It whistled through the blocks, slipped between the lines whispering: "HODL, little one, everything is just appearance."
But here comes the Lunar New Year, 2026 knocks at the door, red and gold. The Year of the Fire Horse, proud and wild, it arrives galloping, mane of flames, meteor gaze.
The Fire Horse will gallop on the blockchain. Its hooves will shake the network nodes. It will burn the old tales, the fears, the old era to give birth to cycles that are faster and more beautiful.
May its fire warm your forgotten cold wallets, May its sparks ignite unseen pumps. May 2026 be the year you will no longer regret, Where your stack becomes legend, where your dreams are no longer lost.
So, under the last snows of December, you will lift your eyes to the starry sky. 2025 will leave, 2026 will arrive in ashes and light... We will remain here... Forever NGMI or to the moon, it doesn't matter… 💖🚀🫶
Have a great day 🥰
Kindly ✨️,
#PATRICIABM 🌹💖💫
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