Sara Qureshi

Tiny dancer keeps on spinning In between the trees Leaves are blowing winds are chanting Nature's own sweet melodies She goes at night...

Feathers splayed across her cheeks Tiny breaths as she sleeps Whimpers from the dreams beneath Strands astray from a long bronze wreath...

Within the depths and therein lies Two solid, shining, starless signs And while his flicker of flames plays tricks He can't ever deny his...

I’m swimming in rags, heavy and long No longer alive but synchronal with song Weightless, ageless, I’m floating atop Perfectly still, my...