Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

I shall not cure from singing ways
I shall not forego the singing days
Though days of pain
Though hours of sweat
...

The tune of the sweet
Have cultivated I
In suffering
Paying in pain
...

With a few verses I shall win
Yet
That will not
Lift me from oblivion of this Earth
...

Lights
Sparse in the few streets
This night
This wind
...

Silent
The bastions
Whisper
The winds increase
...

Figure with covered
Head
Yet
Yet somehow walking
...

I see the lights
On every night
But dim
But silent-thin
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Blue was the flower
But now it shivers pink
And trembles yellow
Occasional
...

Oblivion be an enemy
I know
I must not yield easy
My game play
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Night wanders errant
And
Silver be the stars
To-night
...