I Roamed Over Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I Roamed Over



Over the fields I roamed.
In my hand my hat
White with black girdle
My cheeks red my eyes
To the heavens immense
Raised.
Though I be sad
There's beauty in this
And the long winding of
Day
To end and fade in
The red and sweet
Lingering of dusk
And coming stars

Sunday, May 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: journey
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