One by one
as hands of someone
lights the lamp
in the heavens ramp
my heart mirrors days of past
and hours of family prayers lost.
Dusk signals birds go to nest
squirrels holes to fatigues rest
maids to huts retreat and porridge treat
darkness spells a new world of meet
lifes dispel and lives
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