Things Transform Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Things Transform



things change
that is
things transform
and
blood congeals
It is dark now
in the streets
of old Valletta
the lights of
romantic street lamps
gives
passage through dark
some light
some hope
some warmth in heart...
tonight
this night of frost

Saturday, October 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,broken heart,death,life,life and death,night,thoughts,time,virtue
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