In To The Giggles Of Dawn Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In To The Giggles Of Dawn



In to the giggles of Dawn
just a single moan
Dawn woth pleasure and pain

there was a palm of green
that had withered in the relative cold
of the previous cruel night

but now
into the relative dawn
the relative palm of green
withered not, nor shook.

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