Sun is dawning
Night is falling
Fog is waking
My heart is sinking
Far away
I hear some one
Flute is playing
In the midst
Of this melancholy
Blossoms of your memory
Keeping me fragrant
Making me feel alive
In my heart
Seeding a desire
To see
The sun
Rise again
To feel
The rays
On my face again
Vine of hope
Wrapping me
In its arms
Whispering
Singing me a lullaby
Making me drowsy
Giving me away
In the custody
Of dreams
© Asma Kareem
May 24, 2013
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