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Africa night poems Pastoral

Stormy Night

Why is the storm angry?
I heard tiny fireflies ask
This evening of barrage,
Of tempest and darkness

The rain bothers me too
She flirts with my vision
Hurls my soft curtains up
And annoys the candlelight

Even the gloom is ephemeral
But window panes growl and shake
Each time the clouds rumble outside

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