The Red Lady
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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I come every year
or so
rarely
the waters how they rise
and overflow
the banks
but I will come-
ever
I am the Spirit Soul
where restlessness has
made its home.
winter, winter hoar.
Last time I came
here was a deluge
in December
but Christmas... Christmas
was away...
I speak as I speak -
so my Soul speaks.
I tremble not as I speak
for the trembleness I
eject in this type of speech.
Hear me!
You have to hear me!
Ah! my hair I almost tear it!
Ho-ho-ho-ha-ha!
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