How Sad Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

How Sad



How sad
How sad
Night plays its game
How sad

The lights grow
Low
The dusk has
Fled

The Voice from Heavens
Roars
Great words, raw words
Thunder and noise
Without a thunder

Thursday, August 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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