The Bridge Hangs In The Whirlwind Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Bridge Hangs In The Whirlwind



Hangs
But does not hang
Neither sags
But feels the chill
The bite of each blow
The bitter pill of rain drops…
The whirlwind plays its iron as a violin.

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