Tower Of The Red Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Tower Of The Red
Tower of the red
Of flames
Of games
Without a name.
Blue blood
That drips
With every breath
That heaven grips
Flower that bends
In chill and unclad
Still.
No rays of scorching sun
No dazzling drunken run
Of pitcher wine
No, no
Just
Tower of the red
Of flames
Of games
Without a name
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: emotion
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