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The Cloud
Your tree of hounds collapses in your eyes,
Colder to the touch you supervise them as if forgotten.
The rains should cease, they should just stop falling
As their clouds uniformly clip those parts of the land.
My thoughts of life contain also the life inside the house,
We land on states of merriment to be majestic and crazed.
The trees have fallen in the winter for reasons known to Nature,
Yet summer kisses us devastating us killing us with heat.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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