There Was Water And It Tasted Drear Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There Was Water And It Tasted Drear



There was water and it tasted
drear
there was cold walking in the
street
yet no human felt the frost
and
the asphalt of the streets
lay calm in defeat
in their wrath
in their rebel rage.

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