Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 13,727 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

The Music Of The Lines We Never - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The music of the lines we never
Want to finish: but ah! there be
Always a line as in a race.

The winner touches the line first
Raised in glory the hands and falls
Covered with kisses and laurels.

So Beauty too. She too wins easily
But then to be human too, she falls
Covered with kisses and laurels too.

Topic(s) of this poem: music

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014

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