The Cry Is Hoarse Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Cry Is Hoarse



The cry is hoarse
The cry is dry
The cry is broken
The cry relative.
I wander round
Rains of chill surround
Yet I feel not
For I be hoarse
For I be dry
For I be broken
For I be relative.

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