Wind Is In The Yard Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Wind Is In The Yard
The wind is in the yard
It plays, goes round,
Makes growling, sound.
Even so
My Soul, my Inner Soul
I feel restless
Going round and round
To find a peace
That transforms more
To a sad restlessness
And sore
Even so
Even so
For
The wind is in the yard
It plays, goes round,
Makes growling, sound.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,pain,verse,water,wind
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