Blistering Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Blistering



The stars to-night are raking

To the sub-conscious the Moon
Itself is smoking

The satyrs to the nymphs
Tonight are piping

The Dawn to its midnight rest
Slow wending?

Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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