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Emmanuel George Cefai

Victoria, Gozo

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Victoria, Gozo

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Grey is not marble, here.
Grey wounded me
andthe wounds are festering
still.

the waters glide
the waters glide
but grey and angry
under the grey skies.

For
Grey is not marble, here.

Emmanuel George Cefai

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Topic(s) of this poem: sadness

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Daniel Brick 19 July 2019

This poem suggests something in the world or in our human existence is broken, or perhaps it has always been incomplete. And the presence of this factor causes an unassuageable sadness in the poet, who uses quiet words, colors and a soft voice, not to protest and equally not to accept.He just states the reality of an overwheklming sadness. He is still with us

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