That
Fluttered
In
A
Corner
Of
Valletta
The
Old
Ancient
City
Town
The
Winds
blew
for
the
day
was
windy
yet
it
was
not
stormy
but
the
bags
fluttered
indifferent
sad
in
a
lazy
corner
in
a
dirty
corner
in
old
Valletta
The
Ancient
City.
And
My Soul
And
My
Spirit
Inner Soul
Was in those
Bags
Fluttering
Fluttering.
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