From The High, High
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Falling
From the high, high
High
By randomness scattered
Waters threading against the juts
The half-slimy rocks
Glistening with
Happens of sky and heavens:
The ghosts sentinels in the night
Through the whole mountain were
Specks of light
Will-o'-the wisps
The colours from diversity
Flatten into the plateaux oof thoughts to-night
Dawn has not changed things.
Only lighted them.
Look! They smile.
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