Nighto Night. Poem by SY Wong ...
Nighto Night.
Into the night
the sound of the flute, playing
serenades.
The creepy, crawling snakes, energised
its head on high maybe swaying to the flute.
You don't know, you don't see.
And the flowers crunching, into deeper sleep
hoping to wake up once more to display.
You don't feel, you don't see.
Many more differences into the night
many, many more mellower.
Night, o night.
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