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Saturday, August 13, 2011

Windswept

I, the poor miserable man of the night,
Placed a wind of dramatic consequences
In the outside world, blowing fast, faster.
I hoped it was my comrade, a great surprise
For the world in its windswept state.
The ships of change did not change,
Nor did the swimmers of the sea.
The love of the navy outweighed all
The wind, and all the clever sight.
My ship cost amounts of money too huge,
The gusts of wind seemed to disapprove others.
Naveed Akram
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