The Dusk Slipped
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The dusk slipped
from the bastions
from the twilight
on the seas
of which it was
the genesis:
ah! pursuing beauty
but not catching her!
the unwitting dusk left
as usual as all days
his weak throne for
the iron fist of night.
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