The lovely city of Istanbul,
Is covered in white snow,
Purifying it from the pollution,
Dirt, Crowd and Traffic,
A fate that befalls all,
Vast metropolitan cities,
That have outgrown their sizes,
Become outnumbered by population,
The city has taken a break,
Like a short hypnotic daze,
A pause from life on the fast lane,
As snow flakes continue to fall,
Covering every inch of grey,
Green, Black and Blue,
The smoke rises from chimney tops,
Challenging the stubborn snow,
That still falls unperturbed,
With the quest to beautify,
And garb the bride with long lost purity.