Emmanuel George Cefai
Purple Blowing Wind - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
the waters turned to a purple
blowing of wind.
Ay! allow me to resist and
The drear is falling, falling,
The trees weep and nightingales
sing not but cry.
I found a man trembling, trembling
as per Earth
'I have a secret missile-plane to the
Will you ascend with me? '
His hurry made him still and in he
climbed with me
to the Altar of the High Heavens
whence our Earth be viewed
as a small dot.
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