Marches Of The River
Marches of the river are like serpents,
And dragons are somewhat of the huger serpent.
These gigantic monsters share the skies
With the darker human, who lifts his face at them.
Through the swamp we have the moon and stars,
Allowing fugitives, patrolling goblins shall cry.
They have daggers, explaining the shouting,
Talking to a girl is not a river march,
Talking and conversing makes you a goblin,
You are not a superhuman.
Dragons attract them faster than the skies,
Hugest serpents walk the face of this farcical
Planet, so plane and ordinary, maybe delightful.
poem by Naveed Akram
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