To Be Sad, To Sigh, Be Sad
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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To be sad, to sigh, be sad
Funereal, funereal, funereal.
Black clouds soaring, white
Heavens instead of blue-azure
Hanging from heavens candelabra
And censers of incense suspended.
The yawning-yellow mouths of
Ghosts and shrouds hidden in crevices
And the Dawn, Dawn riding on the
Waters of old Valletta, with bent head.
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