Drifting Poem by Naveed Akram

Drifting



The drift of water is like a stream
That drinks itself and has a dream.
When the ice has been bitten
There is liquid life and caution.

Where is the likeable fountain?
It resides in the square, near a mountain.
This will erupt, monstrous eruption
To keep fire and lava, interruption.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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