In The Night Walked I With Cold Feet
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the night walked I with cold feet since
That I was a ghost
Now.
The elms and firs and oaks tall and lank
Stood up sentinels and
Witnesses.
Amongst the tombs passed I and heard
Groans whispers talking
Heads bent and some in caps
Turbaned and white
In the night’s quiet silence
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş