Snow falls in sheets Absorbing all the sounds Not that a word is exchanged Between either of us As we sit in the cold holding hands You in your mittens me in my gloves Watching the white out Blanket the ground in front of us Erasing all the ugliness of a city So often covered in detritus Blanked out by silently falling precipitation Like an empty canvas awaiting An artist’s hand I feel your hand Warm despite the cold and wonder Could we be like the snow Erase what has come before To paint a beautiful new future The sadness in your green eyes Betrays an answer your lips can’t mutter No snow lasts forever and what lies Underneath always comes back No matter how pretty the cover is
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