Black Swamp

Oh! How deep the 


love that’s swamped.
 


How dark and chocolate 

it’s attraction comes.


A slip can take a narrow turn.

And caresses your lungs with 

it’s wet hands.


The jungle smells 

of long lost love of logs.

Left behind by wonders 

of the windy nights.


Oh! How gracious a 

sight to behold. 

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