Of Simple Things
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1 min readOct 5, 2020
I sleep to undream
the plot of sorrow
to set it free
Sing me a song of our dreams
a little out of tune
as you laugh in between,
stir me a cup of simple things
The yellow spring in a flower pot
smoke rings into the fog
giant bunnies that float as clouds
bare skin under cold raindrops,
Autumn colours from a mountain top
and a little something to hope for
Tell me a story
that no one knows
softly into my ear
so no one can hear
Just this once hold on to me
Make me a cup of memories
I need no running away from
Poet Lubna Yusuf
