Alone, Alone - Ii
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Alone, alone
Perched on a high bastion
The palm-tree stood
It looked dejected
With every dusk.
And
With every quaff
Of wind
It moved
It moved
Its bent head it moved
How bent
Its head
Like the Pieta’
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş