Sweet Song
One moment
I called the winds
to the western side of my home,
it did not whispered
and the trail of my unhappiness started
the blooming snowdrops
untouched by the misery of the want
where the fairies have written the dreams
I too have them
the wind says it will now
but the time has flown
the pollen can but not
my sweet song.
Copyright © Neelam Dadhwal | Year Posted 2015
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