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| Rescued |
A train whistles in the night,
rumbles and clacks over
the rustling of cornstalks
drying and dried of life;
tomato plants sprawl silently
beneath scrappy blankets,
protected against early frost,
in a small garden lying
below the stars of autumn
“…there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lure in the sky..,.”
~ Percey Bysshe Shelley
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