Owl
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Soft owl
That downy calls
It be past dusk
The seas recline
The first stars fast
Emerge
Tremble the
Trees in
The familiar garden
Sprawl
The circlings of the bat
And its shrill
Calls:
The nightingale on the
Home bough
Grips
And for her songs
And chants prepares:
Though
Midnight be
Far away
The day is faded
The day is faded
Bu şiiri puanla
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