on wither of desire, winds caress, my dreams, haunting night by night, <br />one that stands still, <br />is before my eyes, <br />and another that, <br />passes with silence, <br />i wait for long, <br />may be a resolve of habit, , <br />or something different, <br />but i am for one, <br />that never ends, <br />and never comes, <br />and never seen, <br />in dissapointments.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dissapointments/
