Frosted windows,
A whisper in the winter,
Silence spoken by the walls,
Warm breath on the glass,
Pellucid whiteness,
A lone tree in the silver,
Clouded horizons beyond,
Pearls drop from the sky,
From a sprinkle,
Now an ivory squall,
A milken deluge,
The solitary timber entombed,
In the inclement marble,
The storm is now a breeze,
The breeze is now a sigh,
As still as a painting,
Dark and white at once,
I retreat from the window,
Frost buries the warm translucence,
My back slides against the walls,
Cold stone floor,
I close my eyes,
Vapours escape my nostrils,
A breathing piece of alabaster,
The only statue,
A ghost,
In this frozen palace.
This is really a great write, Padma.
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Thanks a lot, buddy! ❤
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Brilliant and love the imagery.
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Some heavy stuff on this one!
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Thanks, Lee!
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Brilliant piece of work Padma…. imagery used is intense…you are getting better and better:))
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Thanks a ton! ❤
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Written like a professional dude ❤
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This means the world to me, Mukul! Thank you so much for making my day!
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I just wanna say keep writing and best of luck ❤
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