The river by the fire

How profound, the sound.
Raindrops are angels,
wedlocked to the devil.
The fusion of loyalty
and passion, lethal.
I can see the river
wide and narrow,
the history of our truth.
Lips, kisses, words
spoken again, and again.
Swathed in roots
and moments to celebrate.
Now cast your long shadow,
all over me.

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