Colors Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Colors



Colors, clothes, the passing
Of the hours,
The thumping of the
Fingers,
The rails moving,
Shutters lifted,
All sounds,
All sorts of sound
Now
That Dawn has risen:
And
I
I in the middle
Dazed, aghast,
Confused and angry
Looking without
Looking.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,wisdom
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