The Yellow Lady. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Yellow Lady.
Turbines, turbines,
turbines
wheels and cogs and
wheels again.
I turn round the
cogs
The giant clock of Master Time
turns me round
gyrates me.
But does not hate me so
it will spare me.
Trembles my Soul but be
not in suffering.
Tut=tut- the train be coming
I must board it.
Call of Soul, the Inner Soul.
Away! Away! Away!
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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