The Calls Of Caves
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The calls of
Caves
The shouts of
Coves
Milking the
Drops of milk of
Beauty:
Golden rings
Liquid and gaseous
And
Waters singing wild
A
Sub-conscious
Green grasshopper
Dancing
Of beauty
The pride.
Of love the
Sign
O beauty is too late
Just for today
Though as yet
Starting with
A splendid Dawn
And enmeshed eyes
Where on the lawn
Of green
Lit by old moonlight
Danced
Nymphs and fauns
And
Satyrs
Wild
Last night.
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