It's strange to think tomorrow will be changed
(That's always true, of course, but not this way)
My sense of what the world is rearranged
When all is covered with a coat of snow.
No more will dreariness consume the day
Because the sun will sparkle everywhere,
While yet revealing nothing of below
And hiding all beneath its coat of white.
No longer will the cracking asphalt bear
The brunt of eyes that critically gaze
Upon its fading grandeur. In the light
All will seem as if it were revealed
But underneath the snow's aggressive glaze
Instead all secrets will remain concealed.
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