Compendium Of Ghost Houses Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Compendium Of Ghost Houses
In the compendium of ghost houses that be a ghost-town
I sit tired and take my guitar
[Not that I excel in it]
And sing.
The Song is Verse
And the Verse is Song
And the Verse flies arrow to the hearts
For there
The place from which it comes
The place to which it return.
Saturday, February 10, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: guitar,song
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