In the evening mist in the land
Where valleys meet the rivers and the streams
Where green darkens on the sides of hills
As soon the red dusk with stealthy step
Ascends now one hill, now this, now that
The evening mist arises from the depths
Of valleys where they meet
The rivers and the streams sad, quiet, still.
And in the evening mist
And from the evening mist
A statue black arises from the mist
And all around
The valleys meet the rivers and the streams
As soon as the red dusk with stealthy step
Ascends the hills, the sleeping hills.

Emmanuel George Cefai

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