Loquacious Poem by Nichole Webb
Loquacious
It sounds like a river flowing into a faraway land,
It speaks in whispers like the wind,
Mysterious, quiet, as if hiding a precious secret.
Although it means talkative,
It sounds like the quiet student in the back row.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: river,wind
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8/6/2026 3:46:47 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Ah! but there is one lady, with a teardrop on her cheek that I have named Loquacious in her speech.