My Throat Sings Not More
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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There will soon
come
a time
when my throat
sings not more
nor my chant
verse or verse
bring forth.
No, soon.
Already
the dryness in my Soul
already
the desert parchedness in my
mouth.
The time is come
as comes for other things
Always unfortunate, working
suffering
Out of the sweet waters of life
I drank but little
Others drank to almost surfeiting.
there will soon
come
a time
when my throat
sings not more
nor my chant
verse or verse
bring forth.
Bu şiiri puanla
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