the snow falls so silently in the middle of the night,
the town powdered in opaque white,
glistening under the light of the flickering lamps,
the sky glazed in its usual puffs of soft, grey clouds,
the road betrayed by a passing car,
its engine spouting smoke as it leaves,
she stands still,
in the middle of it all,
eyes up towards the night,
one hand waiting to be a home for a snowflake flittering down,
she waits.
;
the city never sleeps,
droplets of snow turned into rain,
staining the pavement a dark grey,
yet no one bats a single eye or stops to enjoy its beauty,
everyone's too busy to notice,
the jungle of towering infrastructure,
lighting the world in a faint iridescent hue,
there are far more important matters than the first snowfall of the year,
he stands in a sea of passerbyers,
watching the sky turn shades of red,
echoing the streetlights,
he waits.
;
legend says the person you're with on the first snowfall of the year is the person you'll fall in love with,
so they wait,
wait for their soulmate to appear,
better luck next time,
maybe next year.
— a/n !
it hasn't snowed yet, bur fingers crossed it'll be soon. i'm so desperate to feel the holiday cheer !! <3
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شِعر[ because i'll never be done loving you you have stained me through and through ] my poem collection about love after all, love never fails
