Old Wood
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Old Wood silent
In the folds of the
Night you dream.
Feel
Solitary but at night
The dreaming city-town
Makes company.
Here there no laws
Save
Those that Beauty enacts
When Minerva to her side
Descends
For a the high heavens
For a good measure,
Old wood.
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