Sate The Owl
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Sate the owl
Wondering in her empery:
The empery of the Vacant
And it was silent
It was a way of after-thought
Its face looked white
Though
Dawn was far away
And
Deep the dancing:
Brimful of
Candid stones
That glimmered with
The eyes of night-dews
In the forested
Night.
Sate the owl
Wondering in her empery:
The empery of the Vacant
And it was silent
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