Like pink and white clouds, <br />in fluttering winds, <br />she waved her hands, <br />and smiled merrily, <br />after clloying talk, <br />her GRACE and flair eluded my mind, <br />there was something effervescent, about her, <br />some spark of mischief, <br />lurking in her gaze, <br />a bright inner elan, <br />it was to waft away my glooms, <br />and sad mists, <br />that clung over the mountains, of shadows, <br />and behind that at whiles, <br />huge smokes to arise, <br />and hovered into upper winds.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreamscapes-3/
