Sprinkles of the Sky

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A dubious draft of air
comes, goes
as if wondering
if the air’s welcoming

Soft rays tiptoe
by the window
as if shy
to come inside

Sprinkles of the sky
lie in drops of dew
as if captive,
somewhat pensive

And I snuggle deeper
into a distant dream
as if I could see
a better place to be

I stole the title from a phrase in Hairat, a song that features in Anjaana Anjaani. Incidentally - I am very addicted to the entire album!