Deep Clad Mists
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Deep clad mists
Oranges that fork
Tongues
Waters that seep
From dangling water-melons:
Mists that weep
Gloom-clouds that rise
Slow above a red horizon:
Above all these
Thought with a scepter and a
Crown
Reigns smiling
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