Night Fountain
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Dusk switched off
its time.
Anon
the fountain of the night
spurted high in the airs
darkening deep dusk-brown.
the night fountain
secluded
yet inhabited at night
satyrs, nymphs, fauns,
ghosts, shrouds and more
and
no nightingale sings.
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