Land Of The Troubadors Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Land Of The Troubadors



Land of the troubadors
but at night
at night
at night only
in old Mtahleb
and in the first minutes
of every dawn -
and then not more
not more
just silence and parched plain,
garigue exceptional.

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