I sat there to observe
On its way was winter
Spring at the door
Was waiting to enter
And here, also there
Laid patches of snow
Some flat like pages
Some stood in piles
I saw the snow fade
It melted in tears
Heart in pain, I cried
Great shapes would depart
Though dirty and black
Pollution on tracks
Underneath full of junks
The nature would be lacked
Snow’s teeth and its hair
The beneath’s icicles
Dissipate with hot sun
Sadly soon will be gone
Spring, you’re welcome
But I wish we had snow
Fluffy, white, bride
Even if dirty, crushed
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