In To The Slow Night The Rasping Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
In To The Slow Night The Rasping
In to the slow night the rasping
billows fended off the clouds of
rage and
frowning
speak not of storms and tempests nor
of calm; but night be what it be
the houses dream as for centuries
the windmills gone that turned
before the ancient houses in ancient
centuries
rather the night prolong before onset of Dawn.
in to the slow night the rasping
billows fended off the clouds of
rage and
frowning
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