Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 21,217 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

On Ice - Poem by Naveed Akram

My mighty press is on ice,
Open to sky, high and low
My flowers and plants are nice,
Theirs is a joining of row.

Lose him, lose her, and him,
Let inner nature be judgement;
Inner beauty is crass a limb,
From it is a great detriment.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2008

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