Winter seems like an endless calm.
When the cold surrounds us,
and the darkness makes the streets disappear,
the world’s turning seems to slow down.
You can see footprints start and footprints
But each night the snow falls,
erasing their stories,
taking away the echoes
of voices on the snow.
It’s colder this time,
the snowflakes falling,
cracking like a whip across the world.
And when you breath,
it’s like every breath is your last,
the cold taking a knife to your lungs.
The only source of light is the moon,
making the snow shine blue.
But eventually the snow blinds you,
and it is all
that you see.
Everyone takes shelter inside
leaving the white ground
innocent and untouched.
The snow is silent as it falls,
and you can hear the wind
and it’s peaceful,
is an endless