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Thursday, November 24, 2011

Love From Trees

Cut into pieces and spread
over the thoughts,
Love demands to be no longer
dead, stagnant and diluted.
Trees can now be
travelling inside the head.
If you see them with pupils
you can hate.
The brain is hated like mice
needing no beautiful tree.
Hungry mice rally and festoon
the place of the trees.
My love is dilute now.
Naveed Akram
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