A Shrine To Beauty I Made Of Just Five Rocks Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
A Shrine To Beauty I Made Of Just Five Rocks
Bare.
Bare and slimy.
And there's the Hurricane of Winds
The Red Winds
And in those Red Winds and Gales
My Verses I shall write with blood.
My blood.
Monday, August 14, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: hurricane,red
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