Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

My Soul wills to a ghost and
Shroud.

Whatever time, whatever history.
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In beauty's service
Joyous troubadour of the
Heavens immense
You chant
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In
Beauty's
Square
You
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The
Whirr
Of
Beauty
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When the heavens mourn
The wind is not a gale
But neighs its heart
In the general orchestra of sadness
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Night has come under the
Trees
Waiting
Waiting nervous and
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Holidays, workdays, came and go:
So suffering:
We fear it yet it comes and goes:
We fear such till it comes
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Let it pass
That today on the earth
Beyond the closing throes of afternoon
I roam.
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Easter bells rang today
Briefly
Easter bells rang
And the sky hatched
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Love wins over smell whatever be.
Now is the Spring; but mother
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