Whims of I #2


I am the shadow that walks

In the night

The oasis that blinds you

In the desert sun light


I am the fogs that spread

Across the green mossy moors

The early morning mists

That creep across the shore


I am the illusion

In a kaleidoscope

The wisps of smoke from a door

Coiling like rope


I am the wraith that

Hovering in empty halls

I am the echo

When a dying eagle calls


I am there

And I am not

I am remembered

I am forgot


I am here

I am there

I am earth

I am air


Never conquered

Never seen

Never ended

Never been


About saharsalman

Aspiring poet. Spectator of life. Words of Whim.
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6 Responses to Whims of I #2

  1. words4jp says:

    lovely – very true.

  2. Shaikh says:

    thank you for a calming poem! πŸ™‚ maths exam tomorrow InshAllah

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