Wry Lips Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Wry Lips



I saw
a wry lips
and
it was weary
somewhat
of verse and song:
but ah!
when the night-lights
in the romantic lamp-lights
lit
the Soul, the Inner Soul
inflamed again
and came back
that fire of noble
Prometheus

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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