The Angel On His Harp Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Angel On His Harp



The Angel on his harp
He hums

The cricket on the bough
The night he sings.

The palm slowly bends
Towards benighted seas

Millions of Spirits walk
On bewitched waters.

The black-haired boy he came
And then he went,
This night

Saturday, January 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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