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A Triolet poem written for Week 27 of Poetic Explorations.
To know one's mind first, makes it pure, A closeness with the one you love. Through crisis and discomfiture, To know one's mind first, makes it pure. But always seek to reassure your life's amour, and One above, To know one's mind first, makes it pure, A closeness with the one you love. Author's Notes: A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines. The Triolet above contains 8 syllables for each line written in iambic tetrameter.
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