Summer Night On The River

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subtle brush of random breeze,

cicadas and choir frogs:

nowhere heard a traffic hum,

stars peek through the clouds

 

at the two in their unease,

sedative for kindling logs;

oh the passions of the numb,

torn from out

of shrouds

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