flow on, Dark River; slip through the night. midnight's thick clouds block the moonlight. your voice drowned out by insect chirr. a Huck Finn raft drifts by at a blur: the rafters unseen; their secret stays hush... but for those red eyes in the underbrush.


Well, I didn’t see that last couplet coming. 😳
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Thanks. That’s what voltas are for.
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Yes, they are. And you used it well.
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thanks, again
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Wonderful poem! I really enjoyed it. 😊
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Thanks
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