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dark grey skies cradle concrete wonderland.
city stands still in dead winter night, silent lightning strikes ground.
people walk streets fast pace, buried in wool scarves , winter coats.
beggars take shelter on cold ground of alley, stray cats run , hide away in night.
winters harsh symphony playing silently.
snow on ground once white , pure thrown aside filthy , grey.
, thoughts of angels , peace long forgotten.
still innocent dream of place can harvest these beautiful thoughts.
angels dance upon city’s concrete ground soft jazz tunes play night.
harsh beauty of mid winter magic.
second version of anoher poem wrote.
dark grey skies cradle concrete wonderland. city stands still in dead winter night, silent lightning strikes ground. people walk streets fast pace, buried in wool scarves , winter coats. beggars take shelter on cold ground of alley, stray cats run , hide...
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