In The Folds Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
In The Folds
In the folds
In the folds of winy wrath
Gold and silver bubble form
And the dance I heard last night
And the notes I heard last night
And the sounds that tremble
Now
And the echoes that vibrate
Of ghosts, skeletons and
Damp.
Friday, August 4, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts,silver
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