Autumn Dusk
A sickle moon hung in a blue-green sky,
A twisted tree etching the sunset's gold,
A twilight wind rustling the dead leaves by,
And sudden night, star-decked and purple-stoled.
A twisted tree etching the sunset's gold,
A twilight wind rustling the dead leaves by,
And sudden night, star-decked and purple-stoled.
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