by Azam Siddiqui
Swirls in the air cause
and ever so slowly you move
forming and reforming
on the horizon
afternoon sun
is piercing bright
shade me from the harshness of life
An ocean of water in the sky
and yet this palm; thirsty for a drop
i need you for my heart
like the farmer for his crop
swirls in the air cause
and white like snow you move
i watch patiently like the mountain
and the savanna waits for the deluge
From:
Azam Siddiqui
Copyright ©:
Azam Siddiqui 2012
Last updated May 26, 2013