Decaying Days

And with them did we journey some hours,
To be decaying hours and days,
Winds thwarting winds with corridors and rain.
The stationary blasts of life became overwhelming
Like the blossoming eternal work of the mind,
The clouds of great light and great darkness.
A tumult of peace overcame him as they looked
At their journey after some time,
Decaying forests of blizzards came in time.
The type of soldier who investigates the scene
Shall express a signature on the work of the blizzard.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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