As The Long Train Of Horses Rises Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
As The Long Train Of Horses Rises
As the long train of horses rises and
Falls in the desert sands
So the current-waves of my mother's train.
Long, long, current was and
Fast and accelerated too
Into sculpted mass transforming.
My Mother! My Mother!
A hundred years!
How happy your Mother!
Friday, March 29, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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