Even A Small Child Was I Moved Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Even A Small Child Was I Moved



Even a small child was I moved
And those were roots of verse that took years to grow
But thus grown now
Rivet me to the rocks of Verse
Where sirens dazzle with their voice and
Words
And the Muse smiles.

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