Parched Throat Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Parched Throat



At times
the parched throat
feel I
and raise my eyes to
the heavens
A Voice speaks one sentence
but
that be enough
I obey
that be enough.
What if one year
Of one single canto be composed?
What if?
What if?
No, my Monsignor, assertion.

Saturday, May 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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