While villagers in slumber lie
Rhymes crowd my mind like crickets
And swarms of sparkling fireflies
Landing on night's dark thickets
Foreboding shadows of dark birds
Are brightened by those elves
Soaring in flights of graceful words
Skipping among themselves
My window sill in silver light
Now beckons me to choose
Descend to an eternal night
Or dance with poets muse
While villagers in slumber lie
Songs rise from hidden bowers
Poetic thoughts like fireflies
Alight in nightly hours.
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