Winter morning -
Thick cotton balls
Descend down the alley.
Morning breeze -
An ice cold chill
Travels down the spine.
Foggy evening -
Northbound travelers
Hover stranded in the sky.
Wintry nights -
A sudden downpour
Homeless run in a hurly-burly.
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