Messenger Of Peace
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The winds are silent
From
The gale came out
The messenger of peace
The mountains dream
In snow
Manifesting that even
In the frigid zones
There be the warmth
Of the sub-conscious.
The rocks have eyes
And hair disheveled
So the winds chiseled them.
The Inner Souls
There hove chanting.
And
There you can hear
A Human Poet-Seer
Resting in silence.
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