Slow The Bells Ring:
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Slow the bells ring:
They were more rapid
Minutes ago.
My mother time passes.
The wound of yours
Remains.
Deep in the ocean-seas of sad turbulence
Lie the gems that sadness brings
Lie the diamonds of your eyes that weep.
Time and times will say
They will speak verdict
They will be judges.
For now
The empty hands remain
The sands
That fall through them
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