A String Of Triolets Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

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The necklace of the puffed ruff, -
In a twist the dove
Courting a female.

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The yellow freshets
On the malachite swaths, -
The urban dandelions.

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The leaden skies
With edges tucked
In the cheerless sails of the horizon.

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An amulet of my soul
Like a venerated falcon
Soaring over the hoary heights.

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Gliding
On the calibrated air
A maple leaf's spiralling downfall.

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The semblance of a shrine
With heather, furze bedecked,
The baldening hilltop.

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Ambiguity of skeined
And prickly domed haystack
Makes me a perfect sky-diviner.

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With deposits of wisdom,
Through halcyon domains
Rolls on the river infinitesimally.

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The crabbed boycotted street,
Thrust in betwixt the thud and clang
Can be my feeble escape.

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A most cerulean theft:
The vital moisture
Eaten by the mackerel.