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Nov 4
The Hamlets are gloomily lit
The forest hoovers its brown shades
where loneliness prevails
Yet let us pray for solitude
by the sunkenΒ Β chimes of the evening bells
Smoke steeps in an empty grove
As the grey moon lifts
shadowless
Written by
antony glaser  61/M/croydon
(61/M/croydon)   
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   Jill
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