Spirit That Arrives At Dawn Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Spirit That Arrives At Dawn



I am the Spirit that arrives at Dawns

I arrive from my night rounds

Yet I, I know not tiredness

I am the Spirit who remains as fresh
At Dawn
As in the deeps of night.

I blow in faces of humanity that they
Forego tiredness as I do;
Be yet as me.

Friday, June 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dawn
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