These Sounds Are Sweet Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

These Sounds Are Sweet



These sounds are sweet

And tremble these hands
In the warmth from cold
And chill that before
Were.


Gone the summer warmth
But in the winter cold
As it blows there's
A violin that plays.
And fall the snowy flakes
And the myriad eyes
Of the night-dews
In spell.

A violin as sweet
As a hundred and more
Violins
In lovely Venice.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: day,paradise,sound,water
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