Under the horizon, the lull of spring
Waltzed into fluttering upon blessed gold
Rose ivy of a mirthful jewelled ring
Purred a tune upon pained red lace it told
For the beast of winter had dawned its wing
And its witch cursed claws are yet to be sold
To the leaves of the stars combined to cling
So, dare not let their fantasy bloom old
This is another one of my poems and it uses iambic pentameter, a volta and enjambment.
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