I will work my peace,
Salvage some sleep from the tornado!
But they rest upon;
If the unruly gust will ever quit,
And should the wind lunges torwards with a lullaby.
And they depend;
On the blindness of the stars
And; when gloominess supplants moon's light
Gleefulness will bestow on my face,
If the gloaming alights,
Like to bless with a night.
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(c)Bonaventure Onuab
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