As soon as night frowns,

you know that darkness looms upon you,

and the black scene is

a befitting camouflage for awaiting shadows


No one really knows the novel of the moon,

but I lets out a smile of conspiracy,

to howling minds,

that howl with wonder.

                                               By Kakraba Afful

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