City
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the city
The sun burns.
People in black
Together collect
And walk.
Then as the sun
Starts fading slow
The music of the graves
Begins its eerie chant.
That was the Day of Wrath,
The Day.
And in the cemetery
Under the sad trees of
Broken hearted silence
No sun burns.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş