Night remains now.
I wait for it to come.
Now
Dusk the Red has
Faded too.
So
The gay flowers
And
The trees bend
And
Are swayed by the breeze.
So
We
So
We, my Monsignor
We too,
Are faded
Did you enjoy the the artible “Night Remains Now.” from Emmanuel George Cefai on OZOFE.COM? Do you know anyone who could enjoy it as much as you do? If so, don't hesitate to share this post to them and your other beloved ones.
Leave a Reply