Dream are volatile, <br />and not always stay, <br />with me, <br />the contents of my vision, <br />are vital for my existence, <br />and never taken, <br />as weather of yesterday. <br />the solace of image, <br />of my person, <br />never written, <br />on torn paper. <br />may i find it somewhere else.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apart-from-dreams/
