At Start Of Dusk A Start Of Chill Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

At Start Of Dusk A Start Of Chill

A part.
Not the whole chill.
For the whole increases slow
And late.
And in it a numb day shall be embalmed.
Sweet be the chill
That slow mounts hand un hand
With dusk.
All, Any have an Apex
A Target and an Aim.
Not less dusk,
Sweet chill,
Together.

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