Sara Qureshi

Somewhere in the midst Within the center of the storm Sweetness of light shined through Parting clouds, spreading warmth They were...

Twisting, turning, burning fires Smoke is drifting, drifting higher Into clouds and skies of blue Tainting sunsets, dirty hues ...

This little girl, she ventures deep Down into canyons and in the abyss of sleep She journeys lands never explored In search of...