The Stream Gurgles Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Stream Gurgles



The stream gurgles of
The dusk.

The dusk heard though
It was sunset.

And in the pining day
The red dusk came.

Came strutting along
The dusk.

The dusk came and pined
And
The stream that gurgled
Was happy.

Monday, August 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: water
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success