So I dreamt I was soaring.
Above the clouds that looked like candy floss made of sugar.
As I floated amidst the sea of white,
I watched a bird fly right by me.
Yet, why couldn't I see what bird it was?
And then suddenly I started falling.
As if gravity gained sudden control over my body,
I fell.
I woke up on my bed right then.
As if just to prove,
that it was all a dream.
About the Creator
Nafisa Ashraf
The first story I wrote at the age of seven was pasted on our storage room door. I've written short stories, and poems but never published any except a few on my blog. So I'm starting my publishing journey here.
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Comments (4)
Lovely poem. I love it when I dream I’m flying… so disappointing to wake up 🥹
Love this...keep up the good work ❤️
Great imagery! Very engaging.
Very engaging. Liked it.