Dry Sawdust Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Dry Sawdust



In the walls
Dry sawdust in
The heat and drear of
Centuries:
There's liquid
Tickling
Down
In silent nights
Blood mixed with
Water
Yet
Blood thicker than water

Sunday, February 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,beauty,dance,family,freedom,illusion,loneliness,night
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