Polluted ground cover in such delicate matter,
Such a soft and light layer of snow; impurity shatter.
Hopes for a new dawn can’t be allude.
There must be something beautiful behind all this mental pollution
Even the shadows know there is a solution, there is absolution.
The power of intuition gets heightened with the clean smell of winter
Anticipation for something better or is it just an invisible splinter?
Pieces of purity continue falling and nobody hears the melody they play
Such a beautiful tone introduced in advance of its harmony, night and day.
Heart skips a beat,
Perfect scenario to be in;
A wounded soul and the purity of the snow.
A connection that nobody sought,
An invisible glow,
A smile that continues to hide,
But not in winter; delight all inside.
Wherever it is; the only salvation.