Fading
Fields of corn
Sky of orange
looking out the window
as I look this is what I see:
Trees lined up like toy soldiers
The moon coming out from hiding
A cloudness sky and a dawning night
A pond surrounded by ducks and their kin
With wind and with shivers
They huddle into the abyss.
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