There was azure
Where looked I?
Here on this roof
Of cold
And dwindling day
Here.
The old enemy
I saw him
Looking from
The balcony
Withered and
Shrunk
The waters still
Flow
Though inland
There’s some places
Withered and shrunk
And old dilapidated.
He closed the shop.
He did not sell
That much.
And Age was getting him.
So he closed shop.
When and if shall
I view him?
Emmanuel George Cefai
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