white matter

winter night in London
on my way home and
snowflakes falling
like shy children on their first day of school
they say there are no two alike
each one unique in its form and shape
i wonder whether that's really true
after all, like those children
they all dissolve into water in the very end
they're all made up of the same ageless material
i guess it's all part of the neverending cycle
and so they keep on falling from the sky
whitening the grey streets
the parked cars
and confused minds
good night...