The Sounds Of Beauty In The Dusk Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Sounds Of Beauty In The Dusk



The sounds of beauty
In the dusk
They flourish
The horses of
The flying manes
They go
Straight as arrows in
The moon-lit fields
And dusty
Ways of
Countryside
The sounds of beauty
Ah! my Monsignor!
The sounds of beauty.

Sunday, February 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,beauty,dance,freedom,illusion,loneliness,night
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