Engulfed by August
Heat and stress
I
Went
Out
Last
Night
And
Of
A
Sudden
Saw
La Valletta
Riding
On
A
Steed
Of
White
Towards
White
Clouds
Into
The
Domain
Of
The
Stark
Heavens
Nocturnal
While a nightingale sang
While a nightingale sang from
Hastings Gardens.
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