Curdled Milk Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Curdled Milk



And wanton mists
And flowered walls.

Thralls and secrets
Shrouds and ghosts
Tempest nights

Structures fall
Fears that nibble
The grass of hope.

Saturday, March 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts
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