Isthmus Of Love. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Isthmus Of Love.

Isthmus of love.

Though it was Dawn there was no song.

In the dusk instead of bats
Sylphs pinkish to and fro crossed.

The mists dissolved am came.

And dissolved again and came again.

Saturday, October 7, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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