I Say Of Change Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I Say Of Change

I say of change, always
I sing of change always
Yet
Change ruthless steam rolls
Without my singing.

Random rolled the hills
The split hills
Bays crunched split and divided
A thousand dawns paralyzed were frozen.

Here it makes rain
The first rain of this September.

Monday, August 14, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: change,rain,september
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success