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Sunday, May 13, 2012

Grave Face

This cloth tends to be simple,
Simpler virtues predict a gathering
When the coming fairly gives in.
The fair comment abolishes the summer
Yesterday, as tomorrow witnesses colours
Confounding me, speaking distressed.

Mighty hazards read me as I quell the verdict,
Judges madden me with their murders,
Kissing the fishermen and colliding with flesh,
The doctor does not give this opinion, though.

Just outside a frown is cast
On the oboe of dread, a fair shine
Of sound so concentrated in sins,
Then this sinning weighs on us like the
Grave features of a face.
Naveed Akram
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