I Miss Those Days Poem by Nosheen Irfan

There was a time….
When rain smelled different
and dreams were not lies
and morning knocked the door
with a coy, curvy smile
With a lustful longing
I miss those days
When you looked at me
and my heart danced with joy
Your touch was the breeze
brushing my hair and face gently
Your voice was the music
sounding in my soul's choir
I was the crooning lark
I was the flying thought
My eyes reached further than
the starry skies and orange horizons
A time of harvest, of yellow crop
When frozen hearts thawed
and rosy smiles bloomed
I miss those days
Because you were there
with your impalpable presence
like the air that fills
my lungs with life.



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