wintery shadows chase each other,

flying across my bedroom wall.

All they do is remind me of green grass,

roads, and hands entwined.

When once the moonlight caused such awe,

and the sunlight such excitement,

I retreat into dreams of day and night,

there, at least, I have not lost you,

and memories are sweet.

Nesha Usmani

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