Now Aged, Now Aged, I Crumble Midst The Snows Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Now Aged, Now Aged, I Crumble Midst The Snows



Now aged, now aged, I crumble midst the
snows

and the winds cruel rage around me laughing at
my weakness

and a hundred harps around string horrible sounds.

Sunday, October 13, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: weakness
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