Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

face
in
the
waters
...

Sunday.

The few last days
Of cool
...

On a lady
Coy and beautiful
But almost thirty five
A man and her mother
...

Ah! lady of Smiles
Sweet tongue
To catch and hook
But then
...

Where do the women learn
Those arts and tricks
They have about them
To lure and catch most men?
...

We
We humans yearn
For peace
Though we stay
...

The cavaliers with lance
And decked horses
Prepare themselves
Closing their eyes
...

In the city
There’s festival in the
Night
The people flock in
...

The Jolly Friar
You see him
As in a mist
Yet he smiles
...

A monastery medieval
Not dilapidated
But old
With old
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