Bathing under a moonshone riverA Chapter by Stu. T.H.Love, can be a placebo for alcohol.
Walking thin trails amidst the river,
At this hour, who is my foe? Under moonlight, your form I admired, The wine, the water, drowns away my low. - Leon / Stu. T.H. (May 27, 2024) © 2024 Stu. T.H.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorStu. T.H.AboutAccount administrators: Donny Wells, Dan Rastley. "We are an amateur poet group that writes short stories and poems which are typically strictly fictional in nature and roots. We make poems for ou.. more..Writing
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