Rainbow serpent wends its way
down the multi-puddled hill
Drum thrum of jungle origin,
new heart beat for the city,
Imported from a distant shore
where cultures cruelly met
The festival begins with whistles,
whoops and claps.
Bird of Paradise plumage,
floats from all mythologies
Cut a path through the English dusk,
a challenging kaleidescope.
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