Lovely starry night
One of bright galaxies
Of breezy wind & cold.
Lonely against the damp
Mists are to the village
So pathways are hidden.
In the solitary darkness
Are branches of the Iroko
Standing like lonely knights,
Waiting to stab their victim.
Let the huts in the valley
Engage in tonight’s fantasy
A momentous time, a lullaby
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