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road-autumn-mdIs it not amazing how just a few words can convey so much?

Love,
.♥ والدة walidah ♥.

Autumn

By T. E. Hulme (d. 1917)

A touch of cold in the Autumn night—
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.

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