Stretch At Mtahleb
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Stretch at Mtahleb
Ensure
That nights quiet remain
That dusks as red
Be as before
I be old and aged now
Yet I be ancient too
And when the flesh will go
And bones to dust
My Spirit will hover, hover
Restless
And have I chosen its hovering place
And have I chosen its roaming place
To wander there alone under the stars
Or else in rare processions with other shades
In old ancient Mtahleb.
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