When you held my hand and walked a mile,
so shone the sun, and my day was very bright,
and I dreamt a life to live in the fanciful style;
when you held my hand and walked a mile,
then my heart with pleasure filled, and my soul did smile
and my emotions sizzled when you were within my sight;
when you held my hand and walked a mile,
so shone the sun, and my day was very bright.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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