He Bent Over The Cliff Edge
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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He bent over the cliff edge
But stepped not:
Sadness in him brimmed
No bubbling the dry to wipe
Out
But then
In that moment there was
Love
It was
It is
Will be
It brimmed the Brain Mind
And changed
The flow of the strong waters
And
The ever-changing rainbows dull
Of colors chameleon
Under the burning sun of fire
Smiling:
That of burning little was
And less of fire.
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