Midnight brings the stardust,
Like rain across the lands,
Bringing to life all sorts of things,
That day hides within.
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Pale yellow flower,
Standing without its stem,
Brings to life all the dreams,
That we,
Can not imagine.
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Spirits of earth and fire,
The rhythm,
Of the beating drums,
Creates a euphoric atmosphere,
For the old,
And the young.
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Chanting from the elder,
Dancing without sin,
Praying to the great spirit,
For tribe and unity.
R.K.H
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