Amoung the flowers
Sitting vision of beauty
My eyes were deceived.
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There before my eyes
face delicate as a doll
hair finer than silk.
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Blowing in the wind
Eyes green as emeralds
Emeralds they would fade.
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Off in the distance
I suddenly hear sweet songs
They are calling me.
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I reached out to touch
But as I reached to touch
she fluttered away.
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Becoming a dream
that will forever haunt me
Leaving just a song.
AFZAL SHAUQ
a fairy
this is my favorite fair poem: written by the late, great AFZaL SHAUQ. He is also my favorite poet rest in peace sweet AZAL> ilu hbw