while one is frozen one is not inclined to think: it’s temporary
we cannot argue with the winter wind, for sure it never listens
quiet time alone is invaluable for the creative soul
a simple problem can be easily solved with a simple answer
the winter snow falls without discrimination its effect is not
it doesn’t matter that it’s modernized, it’s the tradition that counts
we see the soft glow and might be tricked to believe that the snow is warm
with the first snowfall the sounds of the city are quietly subdued
in fresh snow we see the paths that people follow: mostly the same one
a simple gesture from long ago has become a fond ritual
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