The Same Going Round And Round Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Same Going Round And Round



The same
Going round and round
Into the navel
Of the outraged Sound
The piers with painted
Lines
Were trembling
As the sea waves washed
Algae at their feet
For
It was dusk
Deep dusk
Beginning of the night
Beginning of first stars
A rare open window on the
Sea
And sad playing violin

Saturday, September 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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