Musing, Musing, The Old Lad Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Musing, Musing, The Old Lad



Musing, musing, the old lad
musing
over the bastions as
the sun went down
and
he noticed not the dusk
the beauty of its redness
then the night stars
the curtain of the night
but musing, musing, the old
lad musing

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