Touched The Mist Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Touched The Mist
I saw the mist
I raised my hands
and touched
the mist
it was so low
so humble
friendly
was its mark.
I heard the instruments
play
as in an Arab land
as in the desert
as amongst the red sand
that
stretches and stretches
manifests
what be immense.
I saw the mist
I raised my hands
and touched
the mist
it was so low
so humble
friendly
was its mark.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,lifestyle,nature,night,sadness,society
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