Snow drifts softly
through the city's breath,
a quiet visitor
among the clatter of engines and footsteps.
Streetlights catch flakes,
turning silent descent
into whispers of gold.
Buildings, stoic and gray,
wear soft crowns of white,
their edges blurred,
corners softened.
The pavement a canvas
for fleeting patterns,
boot prints, tire tracks,
child-sized angels and sleds.
The city slows, just for a moment,
wrapped in innocence.
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