The Winding Hill Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Winding Hill



The winding hill
By crosses
It was dotted
The winding hill
By winding dirt roads
Of dust and crosses
Led up and down
Through crosses and dust
Inescapable.

Saturday, January 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: journey
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