Time Captured
A well timed hamlet
ponders the evening sky
A graveyard still with silence
The hillside sinks slowly from view
Glaring clouds are driven
A procession of geese evades capture
The bluish cave
where the dying leaves blow
Great things are expected
As Autumn purges mindful things
Moistfull succuring
Time recalls the sad waters
lapping by lost villages
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