The Soul Shall I Cultivate. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Soul Shall I Cultivate.
The Soul shall I cultivate.
And then deeper
Deeper in to the Inner Soul.
Read you desperation in my face.
But that was when of flesh and blood I was.
Now, melting, having shed of them
A ghost I And there's roam in the grave-yard.
more wisdom in my eyes, you see
And Ideas my Assertions generate.
Monday, August 21, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: desperation
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