Rusty Clouds Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Rusty Clouds



the rusty clouds - the bells
of vesper -
'All hands on deck'

merry the wind though
showers light - Earth
speaks nasal through her
microphone.

Emotion tired sleeps.
Sub-conscious surges
high.

Monday, December 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: eyes,moon,star,storm,wind,words
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