Still On The Plain; Still On The Plain
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Still on the plain; still on the plain
The waves of the fading sun dance.
How? Red dusk has emerged.
The farmhouses are putting off
Their lights one by one.
I am not a Mister, you not a Mrs.
(I had to distinguish from Mistress
So I went for the abbreviation) :
Hot on the heels of the chilling heights
The clouds raced in the heavens
The surreal is the real plus:
And the real plus is the plain dreary
Real
Raised
Raised
To the ecstasies of the Aesthetic.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş