Still Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Still



Still
still there be yet some time to
arrange;
the wrecks the tempests left,
the last was great
was heavy
and the wrecks by far
the wrecks of all the previous
tempests pass:
thus exceeded, the loss so great
that in great times and long will
be repaired.

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