The Dale

Another top feud appeared like a fruit unripe,
Reviling, defeating and maligning the rest.
In this dale boundless with pleasure of highness,
A principle warm and enticing was begotten.
The borders of botany do not arise to stop
And anger the helmets of our people of the dale.
Flowers have emerged in congress, in action,
To profit the sights and sounds of this real valley.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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