With Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
With
With
Fire in my eyes
The drear I gobbled
I saw
The green goblins
Speed
Away
Away from their
Hiding place
And saw Dawn
Frowning
Willing
Her reign to ending.
And the morn still
Continued
In the same vein of
Cold and drear:
I was a sick Poet Seer.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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