Every Second Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Every Second



age
age grows with every
second
but I
am blindfolded in a haze of
beauty
by my very Muse:
otherwise
sensing the fading
I will not sing
and
I will not versify
and
I will not chant

Saturday, October 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,life,life and death,night,thoughts,time,virtue
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