A dove's dream

The white city seems unexplored,
As crystal snow covered its scars last night.
The little girl’s dream beckons her to look around a little more,
Look around for that imaginary kite.

She takes a hazardous deep breath
The one that pumps her with resolve,
She flings her bag on her shoulders
And steps on the snow like a white spotless dove

The snow, cold but soft, reassures her
And draws her attention to the white city
She walks towards it as it whispers in her ear
And pushes her to be free.

The white city welcomes her as it tries to hide its scars
Blanketed with white snow, it hopes to capture her heart
Hoping to find some love amidst tar
sadly, hope is not reminiscent of its dreary past.

Still hoping and dreaming as most do
The little girl hopes with the city
She hopes to find her kite
While the city just hopes to hold her tight

The girl walks along with her eyes on the skies
While the city makes sure she does not step on a crevice
To people, different their roads might seem
The roads still meet to form a melancholic team