Walking This Night
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Walking this night
Walking in Valletta
Sea all around
Waters salty and
Under tempest.
For it be tempest
Tonight
The waters deluge
Down the gutters
And the strait streets
Under the eyes of dreamy
Houses and palaces.
No sound except the storm.
No,
No pace except the whistling
Of the rain and winds and
Roaring thunder
Flashing lightning
For it be tempest
Tonight
Tonight in old Valletta.
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