Dripping Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Dripping



Dripping from the heavens
The drops fell
From the giant fingers
Pointing down to Earth

Ah! the Earth is beloved
Despite her many wounds
Despite the frowning moons

Hogs flew with blue wings
Over the twilight heavens
Breaking the dark silhouettes of trees.

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