The snow is bright,
I cannot sleep right
As it illuminates the winter dark
The drops of water
or are they snow
Cooler than the coldest hearts
Fall down and trickle trickle
Of which I took a photo yesterday
Lets call that art.
A wind blows cold
And so does life
Real quick does Boston winter gets old.
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