A Rivulet Runs From It
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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A rivulet runs from it
it goes down
down
from crag to crag
there was a child-angel blowing
trumpets over the city
tens of child-angels
in white and snow falling
flakes all around
yet with desire
burning
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