The grey has turned to white now
I barely see my car
Roof tops are blank white sheets now
Friendly faces few and far
Looks like dandruff from my window
Sweeping pass the panes
Gates are heaving miserably
Against their metal chains
I’m admiring the trees now
Battling harsh bleak gales
Plants struggling to breathe now
Determined not to fail
The steps opposite shout danger
Too slippery to chance
Solitary helicopter
In silence noise enhanced
The elements are mocking now
They’re smugly winning through
Skies laughing at me bitterly
And I’m struggling with blue
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