this is not a very good villanelle, but I felt like publishing it anyway
Oh, that I could go
where hatred never burned
to meet the falling snow.
A place where I could show
my love, and not be spurned
Oh, that I could go
where children play and grow,
and everyone has learned
to meet the falling snow.
A haven here below
I haven't yet discerned
but oh, that I could go
This Eden I will know
When I at last have turned
to meet the falling snow
Instead the cruel winds blow
me far from where I yearned
to be; I cannot go
and meet the falling snow.
Poetry by Aurora
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Written on 2008-12-05 at 23:24
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Wishful Thinking
Oh, that I could go
where hatred never burned
to meet the falling snow.
A place where I could show
my love, and not be spurned
Oh, that I could go
where children play and grow,
and everyone has learned
to meet the falling snow.
A haven here below
I haven't yet discerned
but oh, that I could go
This Eden I will know
When I at last have turned
to meet the falling snow
Instead the cruel winds blow
me far from where I yearned
to be; I cannot go
and meet the falling snow.
Poetry by Aurora
Read 747 times
Written on 2008-12-05 at 23:24
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