Sylphs Of Time Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Sylphs Of Time



round and round
the sylphs of time
they go
restless and
breathless:
I saw grim faces
here
and I saw
dreary faces there
I saw the waters boiling
the raucous seething
of acidic bubbling:
round and round
round and yet
all remained in drear
and surly without
sound

Saturday, August 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,heartache,life and death,light,time
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