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Villanelle II by L. M. Montes

Dancing along the grass of day
The breeze does waltz in step,
Whistling a song in a joyous way.

Sandy beaches, lush and light, on you I lay,
Arms of waves roll in with gentle stretch,
Dancing along the grass of day.

Cliffs afar loom as if to say,
Do not climb me now you little wretch,
Whistling a song in a joyous way.

Horizons brag a darkening sun that lays,
Adrift and buoyant and sleep is next,
Dancing along the grass of day.

Clouds aloft do witness in dismay,
All that was and is on oceans decks,
Whistling a song in a joyous way.

For you I give this rose in May,
With a ring of old and I thee wed,
Whistling a song in a joyous way,
Dancing along the grass of day.


by L. M. Montes

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