A shadows voice...
low in timber grows..
Between the sheets..
Clears one pond..
The water droplets..
vibrate up..from into..
Bullfrogs know this tune..
they add..it soars..
Throaty waves oscillate..
Pond swells..as evening..
Floats sweet night...
Is It Poetry
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