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There was a honeysuckle breeze
as night fell.
Frogs chirped
and firefly stars lit our faces
in their soft, slow way
while the Appalachian night
embraced us in her arms.
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I love the sensory in this poem.
Thanks. 💜
I am also inspired by my Appalachian roots and surroundings in many of my poems. Very well done.
Thanks. She is a lovely muse…
Oh Yes! I can hear the accent speaking this aloud. I love that.
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