The world, is not white.

A cloud has fallen down and
covers the streets, the buildings, the roads
Like snow used to do, in harsh winters.

it looks like a ghost town;
an empty theatre
with an intact stage

A hegdehog is trying to find a way
walks through the fallen leaves
in search of shelter,
in search of food;

the birds are nowhere to be seen
bushes have grown wild- but they are losing their leaves
and become carcasses
standing lonely in the fog

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