Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
The moon illuminates the April sky
With a white, crystalline, filtering light.
A shrill, piercing wind whistles high
Above the rustling pines, in flight,
And the cool, dripping rain gleams,
Splashing the desolate night with dreams.
Written by Edythe Mae Gordon (1896-?)
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