Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Would I
That my broken heart
My emotions
Into blood be transformed
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A prize for the taking
But ah! it needs work
But ah! it begs
Suffering
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Snow dropping
Snow dripping
A Poet who writes
A Poet who thinks
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Begin slow, expect little
Nay
Nil.
And then you will increase
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One day,
One day
One day will come
One day
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One day will be a mourning day
And then that will the first
Of all the mourning days that
Follow suit:
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Excuse me for the night
No vesper bells ring
Or other bells
The silence speaks in the night stars
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Mirror unexpected
Glow-worm on whose back
The Earth reflected
Yearns
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How slow
What ennui
What ennui
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Ennui is of us
Ennui
Ennui is within
It need no horse
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