The stars have begun to
Drop nuggets of diamond
Across the land and water
The shy moon draped in
White has from behind the
Sparse cloud began to glitter
The soft wind has visited
The valley at day time is
Back now to stay upon trees
Children sit with old men
To hear stories from the
Epics often cry and sneeze
In the light of the lanterns
Women sit near the hearth
To cook dinner and gossip
When darkness becomes
Thick and night flowers shed
Their essences all go to sleep
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Nicely penned poetry. Thank you for bringing this into light.