Monday, 17 April 2017




In the night when the winds whisper and blow

Shadows sway and dance in my dark bedroom

A paper moon swings among the branches

I rise up, look down on myself sleeping

Pirouette with my floating ballet troupe

They dissolve and vanish but reappear

Turn into a mist , slide through a window

Become a fairy light in the garden

Twinkle and shimmer on purple violets

Throw a lasso on stars , pull them nearer

Rise up and glide on the billowing cloud

Reaching up to perch on the crescent moon

Doze off and tumble down slip into clouds

Bump on stars , land among the dancing lights

Into my soft bed , inside my body

                         by : Lalarukh Lasharie

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