Roaming Poem by Naveed Akram

Roaming



I roam
The cities of your silences
The nights are running out of darkness

Morning creates my enemies
After the rain of the shining dawn

And you want us to love again
In this waking abundance
So clever on you

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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