A ship of animals constructs a sword for its weapon, <br />Yet we decide and constrict like bleeders; <br />The onset madly depicts adamant relics of pain, <br />Painting on sordid areas, our acre of fish is again. <br /> <br />The entire message demands blue waters <br />To be impaled by daggers of white, <br />The shining of stars scattered by the whole head, <br />Jutting out are star systems of planets, all read. <br /> <br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shining-animals/
