Rafique Farooqi - DREAMSCAPES

Like pink and white clouds,
in fluttering winds,
she waved her hands,
and smiled merrily,
after clloying talk,
her GRACE and flair eluded my mind,
there was something effervescent, about her,
some spark of mischief,
lurking in her gaze,
a bright inner elan,
it was to waft away my glooms,
and sad mists,
that clung over the mountains, of shadows,
and behind that at whiles,
huge smokes to arise,
and hovered into upper winds.

Rafique Farooqi

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