Where They Might Have Gone....
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Nosheen Irfan
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The clouds drifted away
leaving the craving for rain behind
Oh, how our hearts sank
as they did, every time we woke up
in the middle of a beautiful dream
Where they might have gone
the clouds and the dreams
It's futile to muse
Our hands are full
No room for thoughts.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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