Pearly Blessings of Stillness-by Dibyasree Nandy

The dainty opaline footsteps fair;

Upon diamond vales stark and bare;

The queen of ice with her garb blindingly bright;

Lashes long, crusted with rime, violet irises like the clearest night.

Hairpins of icicles of teal, crystalline;

Turquoise pendants that shine;

Hem trailing behind her, all freezes;

The vast swathe of greenery upon the meadows vivid ceases.

Gossamer fronds, sprinkles of moonstone dust;

Cerulean lakes and silver banks; the criss-cross of branches of snow;

After the ivory stillness, the lands lust;

The quartz road to the kingdom of the goddess who bestows

Quietude and sleeps unto souls in turmoil;

Despite the curves and twists, peace shall descend from the silent mountains with pearly soil.

The swirling flakes, shards glowing gold at dawn;

On the slopes, a guileless brown fawn;

An amethyst winter of absolute calm;

The misty haze that soothes; a balm.

Thistles with frost porcelain;

A morn saturated with the fire extinguished,

The deity smiles within the alabaster fane;

Heliotropes blooming amidst the ranges of smoky daze;

The rims of her attire were adorned with lace.

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