Carousel

' The carousel round goes to circle feasts The scent of dusk is solitude's primrose - beloved her stare with light shall fade in mists - the carousel round goes. And the enfolding of the silence slows forsooth advances her response sole kissed betimes the corteges of night depose. Disporting round trajectories persist their merriment of altered times disclose; - Two loving forms in raindrops dance amidst, - the carousel round goes. © G. V., 08-04-2013 All rights reserved roundel - Iambic pentameter'