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Two Winter Triolet

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The raven locks of Winter skies
do but fortell the season’s stain;
as raven locks of Winter skies
begin to finally pass us by
slowly enough to keep the strain
of raven locks of winter skies
that do recall the season’s stain.

On parted, ruby lips of Love
do we but gingerly proceed;
we would Lord Cupid’s question solve
with parted, ruby lips of love
if we his question knew what was–
yet still his riddle stands decreed:
on parted, ruby lips of Love
do we but constantly proceed.

P.C. Denofrio, January 2015

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