A campfire in the back
The others went in already
The sky aged black
Graham cracker stack
Girls singing in harmony
Earth howling with the wolf pack
Strings on frets and rack
Sweet notes for nothing
Stars shining above black
Nothing more than an ukulele
A song made of roses
Intertwined with nothing lack
As the sky ages to black
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my second villanelle ever made by me, so that explains the lack of creativity.
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