The branches of the tree
cracked up with her smile,
The chirping of the birds
Were heard from miles,
The bees on the dahlias
Danced with joy,
The baby with a yell
Sucked on his toy,
She dreamt of a land
Not far away from here,
A land where love and joy,
Ran bare.
She dreamt of a home
In the midst of that land,
Where birds danced for suitors,
As the leaves rustled with the wooers.
She dreamt of a sweetheart
Eloquent like a piece of art,
His hand stroking her hair,
With warmth that was surreal.
She dreamt of that moment
When her soul was at peace,
Swaying with delight,
Inhaling the fresh breeze.
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Umama Zahir
My name is Umama. I am passionate about writing and strive to create pieces that leave a lasting impact on my readers. Through my work, I aim to convey the depth of emotions and explore themes that truly resonate with the core of our being.
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Beautiful