Galloping, Galloping Night
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The night is galloping,
Galloping
On a horse that was bronze
And did move in the day.
The night is galloping,
Mane raised
Directionless and wild
Eyeing now and then
The burning stars
The weakling moon
Thoughts fly as
Hoofs fly.
The airs turn even more
Chill
Frost and snow mix
Undeterred
The night is galloping,
Galloping
Deeper and deeper
Faster and faster
Directionless and wild
Galloping.
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