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.
Simply gorgeous work Rafique, you describe her with such gentle feelings of touch. Smiling at you Tai
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Like pink and white clouds, in fluttering winds, she waved her hands, and smiled merrily, ....... very good dreamscapes..... i loved it. read mine 'All dreams not come true' ondifferent lines