Flicker
Flicker
Lights of town
Lights over the sea
Lights rare over country spread
Lights of stile
Lights of fields
Lights of moon
That stride the sea
And hear the screams of the
Waves
Entering the fissure thin
And hideous high
In old Mtahleb.
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