The Wind Poem by Moz Rauf

The Wind



The wind that carries the golden leaves,
Afar from this land of autumn greed,
Pray! It carries away my wild heart,
Or bring wilderness into parched dreams.

Sunday, May 25, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,dreams,greed,leaves,wind
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Moz Rauf

Moz Rauf

Lahore, Pakistan
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