In The Chronicles Of Valletta Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In The Chronicles Of Valletta



In the chronicles of Valletta
There are so many old, old
Antique crunchy parchments.

Volume after volume, you
Open and in the musty scents
History flows tragic.

Of woes and tears and disputes
And fears and wars and peace
And ancient Christmas Eves

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