Flying Pigs
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the air
Flying pigs
all
of colors
different
they made
a rainbow
but disorganized
another Babel
threw.
there were flowers
hungering
with open mouth
though bending
for night dews
Why be the night late
as of to-night?
The manna of the dews
why be withheld?
Ah! Night sovereign-like
asserts his prerogatives
absolute:
then
of a sudden
rained to thankful whispers
the manna of rain dews
the promised gift
And after all a prime
Sovereign.
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