In our city the snow never melts. <br />Usually it's <br />indistinguishable from the grass and asphalt. <br /> <br />In our city the sun always shines. <br />However, it's <br />often moonful <br />or <br />moonless. <br /> <br />In our city all live forever. <br />Sometimes <br />they pretend to be dead <br />and hide <br />among <br />roots.<br /><br />ordinary passerby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-magic-snow/
