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Quintain (Sicilian)
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There is a bull’s eye on my heart.
A knife protrudes up to the hilt.
It twists and turns and tears apart,
defines the edges of bloodguilt,
but I survive, rebuild from start.
The bull’s eye shines - I can’t fake it.
Continues on around, around.
Again, repeat – I can’t shake it.
Goes up and down and runs aground.
When all is done – I can’t take it.
Semblance of love and care depart.
It tears my heart to small pieces.
Your aim was good, your words impart
intent for true love surceases.
Observe the bull’s eye on my heart.
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RAINBOWS FILLED WITH GOD'S PROMISES
Tiny drops of water
Flossing in the valley
Using Ponderosa Pines
While the sun falls
Evaporation time
The chill of the warm breeze
Begins to surceases
Caressing winds of valley swirls
Waterfalls crystal gold
Truth be told
Tells the truth
Truth be told
Falling drops of mist water
Never again shall God punish man with water
The next, last time shall be chastised with fire
Thus, says the Lord God the ribbon, the bow in the air
As light shines through the raindrops
The atmosphere is somewhat damp
Filled with the rainbows, of God's promises
09/09/18
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