Away into the distance,
in the mountains and the hills
lives a part of me
that scales the heights of dreams
reaching for the stars of Fortune
a part that gathers lilies by the lake
saunters down the sodden lane
past the wooden cottage
zigzagging through the rain- –
eye-kissing the slopes, steeply
rising from the earth’s volcanic profusion
while calm descends from above
and envelops one like a fog.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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