The stars are spinning their threads... And the clouds are the dust that flies ...
A POETS' CORNER
A Dream-Song
By George MacDonald
The stars are spinning their threads,
And the clouds are the dust that flies,
And the suns are weaving them up
For the day when the sleepers arise.
The ocean in music rolls,
The gems are turning to eyes,
And the trees are gathering souls
For the day when the sleepers arise.
The weepers are learning to smile,
And laughter to glean the sighs,
And hearts to bury their care and guile
For the day when the sleepers arise.
Oh, the dews and the moths and the daisy-red,
The larks and the glimmers and flows!
The lilies and sparrows and daily bread,
And the something that nobody knows!
By Hiba Tahir
Late at night, beneath my pillow,
I felt that butterfly
Who had once been gifted to me by graves.
She whispered in my ear,
“How are you?”
I looked at the sky, and the stars smiled.
Remembering the purple blood I drank last time,
I allowed myself to think.
Now, someone else will be served
With a black glittery drink,
And this time
I’ll be among those graves.
By Abid Agha
Relationships are like a tree,
They grow and get stronger over time,
Deep-rooted and well-grounded.
Enjoy the blossoms of spring,
Cherish the colours of autumn,
Face the adversities together.
And never bow down before the odds.
Whatever comes their way,
They keep on standing tall,
And conveying loudly.
Listen to the tunes of little petals
Dancing to the beats of the breeze,
And saying:
Relationships are not meant to be short-lived.
They are deep-rooted
For a joyous togetherness forever
