Over To The Muddy Streets Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Over To The Muddy Streets



A ghost and a shroud
Moved.
The night-rain was falling
Slow.

Rapid and furtive
Why?

My mother and I.

Saturday, March 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ghost
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