A Centaur Walking Valletta At Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A Centaur Walking Valletta At Night



I
Poet Seer disguised myself
Into a Centaur
Came out in the
Depth of Night
To feel the pinch of
Beauty and delight
To feel the cold,
The chill, the frost,
And waning light
To hear my paces
Break the solitude
And
Thus walking yield
My Inner Soul to Night

Monday, May 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,gardens,nature,night,sin,storm,traveling,wood
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