The river stands <br />barren under cloudless sky <br />where his dry stare <br />wraps on glitters of hot sands <br /> <br />i fear to lose him <br />with my fading desire <br />to bring back <br />his forgotten springiness <br />with rains of my tears <br /> <br />as my propensity <br />towards his love <br />survives deep in my heart <br />and its colors <br />scatter in rainbows <br /> <br />still i am dreaming <br />with my opened eyes <br />the condense <br />of his fuming scents <br />with convection puffs <br />on my sensations <br /> <br />i am waiting his prides <br />standing on the horizons <br />like a bliss of morning <br />for my rising daydream <br /> <br />and it will as true <br />as my love <br />and as my dreams <br /> <br />Sahar Sahar<br /><br />Sahar Sahar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-with-my-dreams/
