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Musical and sweet, the villanelle,
like light reflected
in a gentle rhyme,
moves to the ringing of a silver bell,
its form creating soft and tender spells.
Like the
singing of distant silver chimes,
musical and sweet, the villanelle
flows through the heart, and builds a magic spell
from
sunlight and from shadows, and, sublime,
moves to the ringing of a silver
bell.
It never arcs into the sharp loud yell
of vast pipe
organs. Soft its climb.
Musical and sweet, the villanelle,
like a tiny and translucent shell
catching sunlight in
the summer time,
moves to the ringing of a silver bell.
Soft and gentle, tender and so frail,
like light pouring
through petals of the lime,
musical and sweet, the villanelle
moves to
the ringing of a silver bell.
