The Houses Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Houses
Still
Are the houses that
at night
were sleeping cozy
cozy
now
on Hastings Gardens
looking
they doze lazily.
the currents passed
sweet through the wind-air
the house replied not
no, echoed not
too busy
were they
dozing in front of
Hastings Gardens.
still
are the houses that
at night
were sleeping cozy
cozy
now
on Hastings Gardens
looking
they doze lazily
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