Dear Moments
One night, I dreamt of black tracks
Yet I had no idea where they lay; to be frank
Suddenly, I see a train turning into dust
Vanishing into nature's crusts
A spotlight brightened my dream:
Desire rose to hold dear moments once more
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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