Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

The grating heat
Swallowed the night-dews
Before the noon
And by the noon
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The verse is fading
The mists dwindling
The twilight ailing
The dusk be fleeing
...

But
Twenty-four hours ago
We churned up the soil
And put it on the bird
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The crypt! The crypt!
Waters are seeping
Dawn afar is calling
A lark joyous hops
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Wild, wild the eyes
The waters
The stunned houses
Still
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