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Rated: E · Other · Nature · #1761680

Collective Copse and Soliloquy

Drift Away Autumn


Beneath trees this solitude,
And eclipsed moods of cloudy days;
Stirs some ghost of lonely airs
To rattle the clinging at brittle ends.

But fetching come the flurries,
Lifted on whisper's dream;
Like a falling fable caught in time,
Flitting far. . .far. . .away.
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