Mosi Mustapha Gomina


Hannah's Lullaby

Onto the cradle of mortal sleep;
that ye may from unconsciousness, sip;
I bid thy young prying eyes goodbye;
lest my cold voice to silence, is tied.

Twinkle, ye stars of the mystique sky;
cry on, ye crickets, I bid you cry;
lay upon Earth, the radiant shy light;
let thine voices quake the glittering night.

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