Hafsa Noor | Thursday, 17 April 2025 | Print
Hafsa Noor
Made by the same hands,
set into motion,
cast into different winds.
You walk in sunlight,
shoes clean,
Chasing stars.
I move through underbrush,
barefoot,
Whispers trailing me.
Our paths never met
Not really.
I see you now,
Kindness rehearsed,
wrapped in silk.
Whatever warmth we had
has gone with the rain.
Coyright@Hafsa Noor
Posted 3:34 pm | Thursday, 17 April 2025
globalpoetandpoetry.com | Faruk Ahmed Roni
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