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A villanelle

by FennaCapelle

And all I heard was time's soliloquy That truce of answers yet the will to fight An act of echoes, scene of enmity All time is, is a stage for history So, rest soul, in the knowledge that all is right And all I heard was time's soliloquy A player dressed in flowers came to me In a golden splendour with rays of light An act of echoes, scene of enmity Hence second came, costumed abundantly, The gaudy herald of the stagely night And all I heard was time's soliloquy An actor in white attire blinded me With eyes so dark that they would shame the light An act of echoes, scene of enmity Life flows where it can't go, till it be free And bloomed at the play's end, ne'er seen so bright And all I heard was time's soliloquy An act of echoes, scene of enmity
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