Ink – black sky speckled with watching lights,
Twinkling in harmony as,
shafts of silver lights dance on the calm waters
The evening breeze whispers across the enchanted plains,
Yet, in perfect accord with the cricket orchestra,
That...is the beauty of the African Night,
Then... shooting star and a time to make a wish,
As you lull to sleep and dream of...
A night in Eden.
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