A Twilight Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A Twilight



Precursor
Of
A restless
Night
This night
This
Night
In
Old
Valletta

The wind already
Drifts
Through
The streets
Carrying dust with it
And some
Yellow leaves
I need to rest
I need to rest
From this Calvary
There must be rest
Here
In this old Valletta
Here
Now
This night

Saturday, April 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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