Land Rustic But Near To The Rustling Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Land Rustic But Near To The Rustling

Land rustic but near to the rustling
Sea of the blue eyes:

Tonight the Bear of the Magic comes.

And he has already wetted his paws
Long, long ago:
That was in winter.

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