Over The Streets The Wind Flew Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

over the streets I passed
over and over pace after pace
and the violin played and
sang the violin

over and over and over
there bea beauty, rainbow
of beauty, on the increase,
colors, colors, colors,
and the earth is still wild
the earth is still of black milk
and the earth still with red of blood dyed

over the streets the wind flew
over the streets I passed
over and over pace after pace
and the violin played and
sang the violin