The Drops Fall. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Drops Fall.

Drip
Drip
Drip.

The drops fall.

Cold grows.

Drops of icy feeling penetrate even the roof and fall.

And, I,
I Man confused with ruffled hair
Fill speedier than drop-fall revolution's ways.

Saturday, January 20, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: confused,hair
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