Cars hide beneath a transparent sheet.
Powdered sugar sprinkled on trees.
White drops fall silently through streetlamp's light.
Quiet-as-death.
Distant siren colors the quiet; disturbing sound in this place of
cold; of white;
place which feels as though it should Rest in Peace(s of sky)
on dark roofs.
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Distant light of grey
The baron trees, flesh exposed
Clouds of grey weep
Over joyed the people play
The clouds they weep
Tree's lay empty;
As the white falls from the grey.
" I decided to comment with an extension of the short, short; short... poem i sent you"
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