How to paint winter's grey canvas?
Shrouded horizons, benumbed airs?
Some roses bloom fighting frost
Hoary grasses sleep in icy blast
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You've always been awesome :) you use such captivating words.... well I'm not that much experienced to judge your poem but as far as I know it's very beautiful :) Regards
On a bare branch a lonesome bird Sings a faint song, weak and slurred Yet still some sweetness from her lay Drips in the ears, well ends the day It's an amazing description that ends in a philosophic thought. Thus, there are moments of lonely musings Visions, indulgences, shared reminiscences Quell the empty stillness bringing grace Fills the heart with beatitude, a kindly embrace!
Even in moments of icy chill and frost, some rays of bright light occasionally fall on us and brighten our lives! There lies the beauty of life! You have painted the winter canvas beautifully in subdued shades! Glad to see you back Yasmeen!