Solace Through Poetry: Villanelle
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Feb 22, 2024
In quiet sanctuaries, where verses bloom,
I bare my soul, dispelling all the gloom.
Each stroke reveals a truth to be consumed.
With prayers and longings, in the quiet room,
Words intertwine, a dance in sacred tomb.
In quiet sanctuaries, where verses bloom.
Each letter penned, a flight beyond the fume,
Offering solace in the night’s perfume.
Each stroke reveals a truth to be consumed.
Through poetry’s embrace, emotions loom,
As healing words dispel the soul’s costume.
In quiet sanctuaries, where verses bloom.
In rhythm and in rhyme, our hearts resume,
Finding solace in the poet’s plume.
Each stroke reveals a truth to be consumed.
So let the ink on paper thus resume,
In quiet sanctuaries, our hearts entomb.
Each stroke reveals a truth to be consumed.
