Until Death
My saving of light considers the art of life,
I derive equations of beauty to fit my heaven.
The god of love descends on the night of power,
Open to the love, open to the beauty of a saying.
May the lights of colour damn the black air,
An adventure is a prized fortunate mission,
Freedom will grasp you when luck happens.
The light to store in your soul eventually declines
Until death overtakes, and mutters to sleep.
poem by Naveed Akram
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