Description
In a world so still and white,
An old man plays, a heart's delight.
On a chair of wood, he sits alone,
Playing melodies in a solemn tone.
His fingers dance on strings so tight,
Each note a star in the frosty night.
The snowflakes fall, a silent cheer,
For the music only they can hear.
The violin sings of times long past,
Of youth and love, not meant to last.
But in this moment, time stands still,
As the old man plays with iron will.
His coat of orange, bright and bold,
Against the winter's biting cold.
A harmony of sight and sound,
In a snowy world, where peace is found.
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