The Bustling That Began At Dawn Declines. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Bustling That Began At Dawn Declines.



The bustling that began at dawn declines.

Declines the sweetness of the first beginning.

Begins the ennui of the next losing.

So when we lose a friend, a mind, a brain.

The Earth mourns duly and dutifully.

And we, we humans must not less than that be.

For the bustling that began at dawn declines.

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