On The Bed Of The Sea - Poem by Naveed Akram
The special whole person is a while for me,
Heresy aborted, my holy man creates dignity.
Under the bed of the sea must we now mention
A little flower of remorse, of full colour and emotion.
The resentment then felt by the lonely fish
Is like a burden made for all who wish
To make pain on the animals of the Earth,
A special person then succeeds to be later with virtue.
My heavenly lad can betray no more,
How does the petal of a flowering plant die?
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