Shrine
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Shrine
That in the wall
Of an old street
In the old city hangs
Where grime and
Dust
Crept in centuries
Shrine
Last night I passed
I heard words
Speech
And in my language
I recognized:
To me directed
Were those words?
I asked the Shrine
But no reply.
No sound.
Only the grit blasting
Distant sound
Over the waters
Up Nix Mangiari steps.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş