Poetry by Hafsa Noor

Different Winds

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