Three Masks Darkly At A Table Sat Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Three Masks Darkly At A Table Sat

Darkly
Darkly and glum.
As dark clouds darker grow
As white clouds to dark thrive
Darkly
Darkly and glum: the broken-hearted.

Sunday, August 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,dark
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