Silvery Dream Land

Snowy, January night.
New York's winter shines so bright.
Give me a second to breath;
what marvelous color
no where to be seen.

Seconds, hours that I stand so clear.
Waiting for something to give from here.
But nothing does and I soon find
my house covered in silvery dream land.

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