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How your tears become me in this garden of the nightwhere gypsies who loved starlight yet brilliantly sway.Do you not remember our moon's distant birdsong flight? We were eve, the morning dew mist like hummingbird wings,we ha
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So my heart throbs in the embrace of night
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This is my first Villanelle so tell me what u think.
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Some may call it the silvery lining
secretly hoping that you are dying
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Red, green, yellow stoplight blinking. SUVs and little BMWs are crowding and
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You’re everything in my lucid atmosphere-
And the love has scurried rampant and astray,
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You shut your eyes but your the one who's dead
Did serpents poisen fang entice your kiss
Such arbitrary blackness in your head
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Moons and stars shine through time
Marking memories long forgotten
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To occupy one lazy afternoon
I thought what I could do for all mankind
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Yet they all came before me in a hot appetizer-
in an over-sized bowl of minestrone soup...
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And, rising, bless the Cimmerian shade of night –
Praise the darkness that impregnated your essence with light.
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From the very start you built a wall,
young lover of dreams swept away.
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Behind the vacant masks of time
Sentiments and I chant a tune
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The sons of the God’s are courageous in their quest.
Fruit born from Poseidon and Amphitrite’s vine.
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As I scribbled across the pages of my soul
Looking back at times when satan was my best friend
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A roller coaster ride if there ever was one,
the ebb and flow of it, not unlike the tide.
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Forget tonight for the sun emerges, our frivolous woes have been omitted
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That very day when I fell in love with you
A moment engraved in the abysses of my heart
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Do not ignore me when I comment grim.
All writers must proof-read at close of day...
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"What is madness? To have erroneous perceptions and to reason correctly from them."
-Voltaire
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The curtain falls to wash you from my sight
But I may keep the brightness of the day
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We perfect beings rise above.
With our little bodies and enormous souls,
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The geraniums are in bloom.
We breakfast in our little space,
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Do not go mental on the net all night,
Young kids should race across the fields and play;
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Sorry had to remove the other, it ended up erotic, I'll try again.
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The heart's not seen as sacred anymore,
But looked upon as lowly and profane-
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I lent you my pen, and then my heart, but little did I know that from Act One,
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Oh! Look what a pretty balloon! Floating so lazily, so high!
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The Moon has always lit a lover's way Her silver beams outshining Cupid's darts
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To those concerned, twas once upon a time,
I dreamed I was, the one of golden rhyme.
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I hear you whisper, “Love is fleeting,”
between each desperate breath you take.
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Master Ink, I'll never stray,
There's art in my chemise;
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