Treasure Island

Emmanuel George Cefai

(12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

The Sick Wind Moans, Moans The Sick Wind


The sick wind moans, moans the sick wind
There mystery lies in its every moan:
It tells all and nothing yet it tells
How careful hides it the secret in its breast.

The old oak hears the sick wind
And hearing it understands its own
And weeps the old oak without a cry.

Submitted: Monday, October 03, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, October 04, 2011

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