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The Plane, The Mist, and the Moon An evening walk: a plane, its vapour trails All golden in the setting sun, sails west A rising mist on darkening fields below Creeps Grendel-ish along the forest line And framed in branches skeletal, the moon Observes and rules all in the chilling dusk Without a wind dry oak leaves stir about And then are still again, and no one knows Disparate thoughts on a quiet evening walk Along with the airplane, the mist, the moon
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
The Plane, the Mist, and the Moon
The Plane, The Mist, and the Moon An evening walk: a plane, its vapour trails All golden in the setting sun, sails west A rising mist on darkening fields below Creeps Grendel-ish along the forest line And framed in branches skeletal, the moon Observes and rules all in the chilling dusk Without a wind dry oak leaves stir about And then are still again, and no one knows Disparate thoughts on a quiet evening walk Along with the airplane, the mist, the moon
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lawrence-hall
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
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