Weep Not More
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Weep not more
Your eyes sore
Too red
Too sore:
Below
The cruel snow
Bury your sadness with sadness
See
A Spring will be
And Summer too
And on the Ocean-Sea
With furled wings the Dawn
Will sail courageously:
And
From the wrecks
That litter the sea that was in storm
Another day is born
Another beginning if you want
Though now
All be broken.
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