English Poetry | Strange Dream Poem
Strange Dream
A strange dream I saw last night
A beautiful girl caught in my sight
wandering alone in the meadows
fearless under the cloud’s shadow
going up toward the hill
fearless of any thrill
her shiny hair flicker like wave
When a blow of wind strikes on her face
Like an angel she flies
I don’t know for what she tries
There was no any valley or no any town
She was going up and up not knowing something down
Perhaps it was her destination where she was going
“we should not stop.” she was echoing.
I ran toward her but she disappeared
So much I may try she can never be appeared.
Writer: Zaib Hassan
