the silver streets
shimmering in the
sun who's forsaken us
the glaring menace
of those streets
makes eyes beg for
days of dull dry
gray pavement
but it seems
snow can't help but fall
from imaginary clouds
in the grim and
hateful sky
and those flakes
of forgotten content
reflect the memory
of a kinder sun
into weary eyes
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