The Evening Wafts The Scent That In The Air Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Evening Wafts The Scent That In The Air
The evening wafts the scent that in the air
Has been since the red dusk riding.
The sunset orange and crestfallen has
Swept its way and gone in hiding.
The towns and cities by the Port prepare
To pass a night of sleeping-dreaming.
And on the waters the moon and the
Dreams subconscious are reflecting.
Till night remains. The curtain rises and
The Dawn comes smiling.
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