Desert Night - Poem by Robert Dummett
Night shifts like the desert sand
Under shadows of the moon,
Pocketing threads of moonlight in clouds
Blown by Zephyr in a zip,
While leaves finger palm excitedly
Savouring delights of a date.
Come, taste the substance of night,
Feel tranquility under the canopy of heaven -
Where stars wear the twinkle of chloroform.......
Beneath the blanket of black rests the night.
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