As the heavenly eyes turn
West and dwell, Linsha.
Do not sleep but think of me,
Upon the twelve stroke of the
Chronometers don't negate.
Sense more of my presence
In my absence.
Upon the crow of the Cock,
Let dawn fetch more to thee,
The prowess of romance
And not the aged superstition.
_Ndimancho T. Nyowikeh
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