Embrocate

My embrocating starts now, a lagoon meets me in leisure,
Abuse me not, accomplish further than my glamour or abolisher.
To see the accusations is disbelieving of you, so comely and proud,
Like an immense disbelief of such clouds of importance, like a shroud.

My halcyon ploughs manufacture the storms of stomachs,
This swan loudly bellows music of the swans like ducks.
Many lilacs are in ruin, feeling mattresses of delight,
The real cows of the meadows are screaming no bite.

poem by Naveed Akram
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