Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Clogged on the wheel
The corner of the ghosts be here
Here in this dark
Of
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The ghosts
Here they play violins
But no sound make
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Stellar in a night of dark
And
Teardrops going down
Down the face of heavens immense.
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There be such dark
You catch it with your hand
You seize it in your fists
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To look at the immense heavens
A satisfaction
And
A joy
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Winter congeals blood
So said the Philosopher of the Small Beard
But
Love mesmerizes a Brain Mind
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Give me a kind kiss
I need so much!
Hug me in your heart
Not just to your heart
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Still the waters
Fall
And fall
And make not sound
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In a shroud
The Figures hurry
One after one
One by one
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Soon it be Dawn
But Dawn
Dawn it lights
Lights too over cemeteries
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