Woods Walking
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Woods walking, walking
Slow but irreversible
With direction walking
Come here the bell in the
Distant fields
The rest is silence.
Save for the rare flitting
Of a bird and chirp
Or scream.
The airs are staid
The woods outrunning the airs
Ding-a-dong said the
Rising flower
Arching up and straight-erect
Its bent back.
The field walls in
The rage of the sun
Tremble
Tremble
In that mirage
Haze.
Bu şiiri puanla
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