How sad <br />How sad <br />Night plays its game <br />How sad <br /> <br />The lights grow <br />Low <br />The dusk has <br />Fled <br /> <br />The Voice from Heavens <br />Roars <br />Great words, raw words <br />Thunder and noise <br />Without a thunder<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-sad-13/
