Slow Fast But Sure Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Slow Fast But Sure



Slow
Fast
But sure
The days pass
And
In as proportion direct
Lowers
The guillotine
The hammer of the night
Prays
On its rosary beads
With tears in its
Eyes
To the tune of
The oncoming dawns of
Red
Slow
Fast
But sure
The days pass
And
In as proportion direct
Lowers
The guillotine

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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