Passion-Triolet
Across the yellowed parchment the plume doth flow
The melody crescendos into a harmonious tone
Nimbly striking the keys of ivory snow
Across the yellowed parchment the plume doth flow
The soul longs, desiring, yearning to capture all it can know
Ambition driving the flair it craves to hone
Across the yellowed parchment the plume doth flow
The melody crescendos into a harmonious tone
The melody crescendos into a harmonious tone
Nimbly striking the keys of ivory snow
Across the yellowed parchment the plume doth flow
The soul longs, desiring, yearning to capture all it can know
Ambition driving the flair it craves to hone
Across the yellowed parchment the plume doth flow
The melody crescendos into a harmonious tone
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This poem is a Triolet, a fixed form of poetry. This poem is about the passion a creative soul has for writing, and for music, yearning to know all it can about what it loves, and how to master the skill. If you read, pleaspleaseplease comment, I'd love to hear your feedback and would appreciate it alot! :D