Serenity
Softly the breeze billows past my outstretched arms,
Silently I reproach myself for inept dues,
Beautiful sceneries encompass breathtaking winds,
Bizarre words flood my all too preoccupied mind,
Vast open spaces belie my rather whimsical temperament,
Verily my solitude is but a temporary wonderment,
Alas my heart craves immaterial placitude,
Although reality dawns too soon on my refuge,
Return I must to my artificial countenance,
Resuming once again to my futile reverence
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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