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Play me the now on a hand-carved flute;
stifle the shrillness of yesterday's song,
bury its voice till the echoes are mute.
Muffle tomorrow -- its breathing is strong.
Stifle the shrillness of yesterday's song,
make me a pillow of dream-woven lace;
muffle tomorrow -- its breathing is strong --
sprinkle an aura of peace in its place.
Make me a pillow of dream-woven lace;
peel away darkness, right down to the core.
Sprinkle an aura of peace in its place,
write me a gentle, harmonious score.
Peel away darkness, right down to the core;
bury its voice till the echoes are mute.
Write me a gentle, harmonious score;
play me the now on a hand-carved flute.
05/18/02
This is probably the only one I'll write...I just had
to try it, LOL! I wrote one villanelle and swore "never again"...and I haven't.
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