Apples That Hung Tempting Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Apples That Hung Tempting



Apples that hung tempting
Garden filled with smokes
And hisses
Was it not filled with mists
But yesterday?

Towards a night where
Marches and drills of
Ghosts and shrouds
Alight the ways of the
Cemetery.

Apples that hung tempting
Garden filled with smokes
And hisses
Was it not filled with mists
But yesterday?

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