The Cliffs Hang High Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Cliffs Hang High
The cliffs hang high
To-night
Avid be the moon to look
Wry
And the old plain' silent
As a tomb
Ay! A Tombs!
Here
The silence a cemetery
Befits
Where buried be
Desires
Wishes
That to thorny disappointments
Grew
Even so
Even I
Instead of flowers
For so many hours
Of work and pain
I only show
Disappointments and thorns
Thorns and disappointments.
Thursday, June 8, 2023
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