Hallow Eve
Mesh wisps of tattered webs
Mist of ghost hair floating
Soaring over haunted branches
Rising up in a midnight mind
To forsaken village haunts
Till dawning light first appears
And Morning minds return
Hallow Eve
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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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