In all the world
There is no sound
Like that of falling snow
The only noise
I've come to known
That makes the time move slow
The city bustle
That never sleeps
Lulled to whispers spent
It wraps the scape
In soft embrace
For sun to melt away
A sound that's not
A sound at all
But quiet, soft, and dear
That comforts all
Who take the time
To sit, to watch, and hear
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Commission for @RiderXen (the poem is also his)
I loved how this one turned out!
Glad to paint another love scene!