A fresh coat of snow can’t wash away the dirty pile underneath. A filthy mound of what used to be, Turned into ice now melting away, Seeping into the porous concrete. Sewers and subway vents. Soil we often forget to care for in a city too busy to think twice about its own actions…
Still. Youthful souls are allowed to roam through blizzards us adults try our very best to avoid. Frolicking around the neighborhood unafraid of how hot the winter gets from staying out a bit too long, Without ever looking back on the imprints left whether or not good, Or, Bad times were had…
Regardless of what was, Their snow angels, And, Snowmen are what we marvel at. Webs of happiness our hearts yearn to stick to, As our minds refuse to. Minds refusing to envision the beauty laid in front of us, No matter the error… What terror…
m3l0dicverse 
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