Iman Sadikeen Poems
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The Weaver Of Dreams
A weaver of vivid dreams she be,
Spinning them with the yarn of despair,
Knots them she does with blind hopes,
Conjuring a life of warmth and care.
Could she not, this beautiful pattern adorn?
Wishes thus the maiden's sighing heart!
Soft Breeze You Were
A heart of stone,
I prided I had.
A soft breeze you were,
I thought, would not crack this stone.
Deceived in the follies
Staged in the fantasy filled mind,
Devastated I am
From a belief of me own.