Dimly lit streets pulsate with a choir
Of children's voices, accompanying the whistling wind '
It nibbles and burns exposed ear lobes,
Whilst chapped, raw hands retreat into woollen comfort
Beneath the torrid nights' canvas, which roams and
Rumbles above turbulent rivers and seas.
The sky erupts and belches out clouds of
Fine white flakes, coating each brittle blade of grass.
The snow dominates the frozen ground,
Glistening in the moonlight, mimicking the
Winking stars in the gloomy skies.

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