A villanelle written for creative writing.
Leading the gathering storm by the hand
In her white coat, the girl walked in the rain
Till she ran into the black and blue man
Stopping, her boots firmly wrinkled the land
Giving no heed to its squelching complaint
Leading the gathering storm by the hand
Both pockets bulging with her skinny hands
Ten fingers paintstained and coated with clay
Both eyes leaned up towards the black and blue man
He wore a coat with a head-to-toe span
Black as the smudges of ink on his face
Marks of a broken storm left on his hands
And his two eyes made no humble demand
Blue as the skin of a harborless bay
Hiding the hurt of the black and blue man
Inch by an inch he extended his hand
Boldly she shook it, for they were the same
Leading the gathering storm by the hand
She shared a nod with the black and blue man
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