Night Feast That Passes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Night Feast That Passes



To-night
the people throng
in thousands
to old Valletta.

Laughs, jokes, children
laughing and running,
people clapping
at the music and
fireworks wondering.

For me
sadness be my companion.

And pining eyes
from dusk
broken sobs
into the night.
What be the fierce night stars
for me?

Yet
To-night
the people throng
in thousands
to old Valletta.

Monday, June 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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