Sweet Falls The Chill On Old Mtahleb Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Sweet Falls The Chill On Old Mtahleb

The dusk has walked away over the
Plains
An hour or so
Trembles its last purple strain
Before dark envelopes.

Tree leaves stir and breath in chill.

Sunday, August 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,leaves,purple,tree
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