Flames flickering in the indigo night,
Dancing, they light the circle of faces.
Alongside Oolera, earlier painted blood-red
By the setting sun and visited by Wanambi
The rainbow serpent, - now lies dark and quiet,
Listening to the murmurings, watching for the spirits
That will surely arrive.
From the distant domes of Katajuta,
Across the Valley of the Winds.
The circle of faces, the droonoodoo,
Whispers of the rain man, Pakadringa,
And of Tya, Doowi and Alcheringa, -
The Aborigine Dreamtime.
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