Alley Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Alley



Alley straight
And grimy.

Olden centuries
Are your way.

Bats hang
Black
Instead of flying.

Except one
Circling
In
The
alley
Restricted circling

Add more
To your ancientness.
More, more,
More.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ancient
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