Trickling Trickling Depths Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Trickling Trickling Depths



Night
Trickling
Trickling
Depths
Depths
So
Said
The
Old
Hag
The
Witch
Of
The Gardens
Of
Hastings Gardens
Firs
Oaks
They walk
See!
They walk slow
Yet move
Yet walk!
And
Blood
Blood
Blood
Drops
Of
Blood
And
Dews
Rains
Of night
Dews
Cleaners
In
The
Night

Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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