In The Sixth Floor Flat
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the sixth floor flat
That looks upon the Port
I from my balcony saw
The light – the neon light in the room
And inside a lady draped in white
She seemed so clear
And near
And yet so far away.
She seemed to talk
I know not to whom
She seemed to move
About the room
And talk
I know not what:
And then
And then
As if she saw
She drew the curtains –
Still the light
Sprung from above.
Then a few minutes went
And then the lights went out.
How strange this night, how strange.
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