Amidst the murky waters,
Lies an island of mystery,
Shrouded in secrecy and hidden lives,
Whispers and rumours swirl around,
Of a solitary place in the pitch dark river.
The island stands tall and forbidding,
A monument to the unknown,
Its secrets guarded by the swirling currents,
And the watchful eyes of the riverside residents.
In the dead of night, eerie silence descends,
Broken only by the sound of rustling leaves,
And the whispers of the unknown,
A place where the shadows loom large,
And the imagination runs wild.
The hidden lives and stories that lie within,
Are the stuff of legends and myths,
Whispered by the river’s edge,
Passed down from generation to generation.
The island holds secrets deep and dark,
That only the bravest dare to uncover,
For within its shrouded veil,
Lies a mystery that will forever intrigue and captivate.
A most vivid picture you have painted through the words of the poem. Splendid job!
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Thank you for such kind praise.
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You’re welcome!
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