I haven't been active here for a long time due to my academic duties and I hope to be a part of this wonderful community forever. Here is me trying to write poetry after a hiatus.

The heat of cold

Tis been long since
I picked up the pen
And I set out hence
To write of my heaven

Paradise truly blooms in cold
For it brings blanche purity
And truth begins to unfold
To erase man's vicious vanity

The silky snow seems colder
Colder than the frosty heart
As it finds another one to solder
A heart to another heart

White is the monk of colors
It touches the secrets of soul
Winter may seem to be duller
But it fills the deep heart's holes

For it is the harsh frost itself
That brings life in one
It is the biting cold itself
That to warmth we run

Poetry by Dhruv
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Written on 2019-11-19 at 09:20

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what nice expression of winter's subtleties. the line:

White is the monk of colors

especially rings true is such a unique way. thank you for posting this ~