hands of darkness creeping
slowly turning everything
to solid gray, am watching
lamps start to push outward
sphere of brightness seen
to every hut along forest
fireflies in a distant eye
so beautiful, i sit, dream
could be preparing supper
knives slicing ingredients
charcoal is burning sharing
heat to water n rice in pot
it's so quiet tonight, nice
i miss home somewhere in isle
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So beautiful dream falls with night. This is very amazing sharing done definitely. Interesting drafting.10