Dreams Of Death Poem by Naveed Akram

Dreams Of Death



Does the grave give weeping periods
Or do they sweep the nightmares from your sleep.
You have hundreds of enemies in the dust and snow,
All of them dissolve into holy water.
I drink it softly down,
Then there is a stampede of dreams in my head.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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