river flood






The wind in the
Willows
And the whisper
Of trees
Crinkled leaves
That crumble
In the waking autumn
And the singing
Jackdaw
That captures
The wake of the
Moon in its beak
As humans corrupt this
Freckled land
Where all the ancients
Once would stand
The elf that springs
Into the fall
The river flushes one
And all

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