A Villanelle

January 2, 2018
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They seek truth, love, beauty too.
Sincere hearts, sincere of word,
They know not what they do.

The lone ones long for a clue.
Their coquettish pleas unheard,
They seek truth, love, beauty too.

Their loves spout things bold, untrue -
Sore hands cling on every word -
They know not what they do.

That boy will not follow through.
That silent girl is a bird -
They seek truth, love, beauty too.

Wings clipped, she hangs in the blue,
Tied to him, and looks absurd.
They know not what they do.

That cygnet will never know,
It hurts, but you can let go
To seek truth, love, beauty too -
They know not what they do.






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