Hooded Shade Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Hooded Shade



Hooded shade
Bent head
Silent and mute.

Why?
Why?
Why?

Creaks the old and ancient bridge
Under the frenetic paces of
Olden centuries
Yearn the ancient woods
And weep and cry.

Friday, March 21, 2014
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