The Bells Strike Eight. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Bells Strike Eight.
The bells strike eight.
A dozen and more churches peal.
Outside the streets wet with rain.
Rain fell throughout the night.
The Dawn is lead and frowns.
The sea is grey and so the clouds.
Dense and thick the clouds threaten rain.
The ancient city sleeps out still the night.
It calculates that is its preference.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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