A canvas of snow, each flake a low murmur of renewal,
Blanketing the city in a snow-woven spell, Nature's soft reset at the turn of the year. Snowflakes descend, a ceaseless dance, Illuminating streets with a frosty glow, Each crystal, a fleeting architect, Crafting landscapes of transient artistry. Beneath the white, the world transforms, Streets become rivers of silvered ice, A precarious beauty, a slippery path, Each step a cautious balance with winter's whims. In this sharp clutch, the soul finds solitude, A reflective quiet in the frost-laden air, Our heart beats slower under the serene white, Each snowfall a reminder of life's fleeting nature. In the soft luminescence of winter's gown, Time pauses, a moment of introspective peace, As the city, wearing crowns of frost, finds stillness, A gentle reminder of the cycles of life and time.
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