Your Magic Is Mine

Tell me your stories, “Your magic is mine,”

Words so sweet they brought a tear.

I clearly remember you speaking this line.

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Epitome of an ephemeral dream to pine,

A moth to a flame I was drawn near.

Tell me your stories, “Your magic is mine.”

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Beside placid blue water like the Rhine,

Swept up in this moment was nothing to fear.

I clearly remember you speaking this line.

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The moon reflected in your eyes did shine,

As your words kept resonating in my ear.

Tell me your stories, “Your magic is mine.”

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Gently plucking feathered words from a vine,

Radiating like a gentle light from a pier.

I clearly remember you speaking this line.

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Captivated by your verbal feast so fine,

I always remember your words so dear.

Tell me your stories, “Your magic is mine.”

I clearly remember you speaking this line.

Meeting The Call To The Challenge?

While I didn't meet the deadline for Mike Singleton-Mikey Dred's challenge, I was able to get it done ahead of Vocal's deadline. The upshot, my personal satisfaction with creating a second entry into the Villanelle Challenge.

Mike challenged us on Vocal Social Society to use the above picture as inspiration to write a villanelle in perfect form for Vocal's Villanelle Challenge. In addition, we needed to start with the line, "Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."