After Hours

Listen to my beat
Whisper to my ears
Below the wind
Comes the heavy silence
A drought of sound
Snow flowing down below
Its weight guided and molded with air
Footsteps all around the walls of houses
From afar comes the break of midnight
Bringing back with it the noise of fire crackers
Melodies that fill up this full cold night

On the street, running to the sea
Hoping to catch the will left by life
Through the snow, boot stamps scattered around
All leaving imprints for the coming of the sun

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