Waters Growing
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The waters growing now
By dint of tempests.
Palms straddled on the beaches
Shake
The wind is high; flies
The sand and whirls.
The few pebbles on the sand
Rattle horrible
Shout with the global
Lament hideous
offorgotten souls.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş