Under the winters snow the world silently sleeps.
At night the streets are empty, the back ally ways
Are deserted and the shadows roam unnoticed to
Those who are awake late into the night.
Yet there you stand looking out the window watching
Those big flakes find there way down, covering
The once green world of life with its cold white blanket.
You feel a certain sullen state of mind.
Unable to let go of those once happy memories.
Clinging to the mere idea of watching the leaves
Grow as the warmth comes to free us from this
Slumber.
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