A Chill Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A Chill



A chill
A frost
Sea-waters tempest lost.

This
This be verse
Enough.

This be noble
This be sacred
Quality encapsulating Quantity.

This be storm
This be ravage
And yet quiet!

For in these Things
Sad to Joy transforms
Storm to Peace.

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