Deep Clad Mists Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Deep Clad Mists



Deep clad mists
Oranges that fork
Tongues
Waters that seep
From dangling water-melons:
Mists that weep
Gloom-clouds that rise
Slow above a red horizon:
Above all these
Thought with a scepter and a
Crown
Reigns smiling

Monday, December 8, 2014
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