Parched Throat
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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At times
the parched throat
feel I
and raise my eyes to
the heavens
A Voice speaks one sentence
but
that be enough
I obey
that be enough.
What if one year
Of one single canto be composed?
What if?
What if?
No, my Monsignor, assertion.
Bu şiiri puanla
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