(for Christine Anderson) <br /> <br />Anyway I dream of snowflakes flying <br />like cotton-balls in the tropical air, <br />of streets carpeted overnight with fallen snow <br />as if fields with hailstones in the monsoon, <br />and of people warm enough in furry jackets <br />with orange-blue umbrellas held on top <br />to stop snowflakes melting on their heads <br />like those folks somewhat dry in rain-coats <br />with tin-grey umbrellas carried overhead <br />to stop their hair getting soaked in the rain.<br /><br />Sofiul Azam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-are-not-poles-apart/
