Tender village
In its smallness
Shining
But planet-like
The moon is on you
In the night
The stars smile
It be night
The waters lap
In the lake
Red eyed a figure
In black
Runs
The eyes of the
Houses and
Their faces
Wry and see.
The tender village
In its smallness
Is
In the night
A poppy field of red
And dye.
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