By The River Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

By The River



By the
River
Sate I
Opened my book.

Read.

Of beauties and of
Wondrous things.

Wondrous things?

All normal propense and
All relative.

By a spring
I stood
I stood up with parched
Throat

And
Sang of beauty with just
A parched tongue.
Just.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful
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