Trudging On The Reserve
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
0
Altın Yaprak
I walk
Trudging on the reserve
Of verses
A small arsenal
Explosive to who succeeds
In opening the iron door
Of recollections white:
I walk
I walk
And not far
The sea runs on the pebbles
Grating them and rolling
Them
In love and hate and
Play
I walk
I walk
I understand a little more
In the drear thirst
In this agony of poetic dysentery:
Pride walks alone
Poor Figure erect-proud
While the Ocean grates
The pebbles….
Under the moon's light.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş