Though The Head Whirling Goes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Though The Head Whirling Goes
though
though
yet
that is the time
to catch the butterfly of poetry
verse and song:
look! the time is fortunate
and at first
I was not minding it:
the Muse ah! that cunning trickster
I though that was dry and
parched
yet
stealthy behind me
stood
the Muse
Saturday, October 12, 2013
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