A Pedlar

Gaily he offers
Packets of merchandise.

He is a harlequin of illusions,
His nimble features
Skip into smiles, like rainbows,
Cheating the villagers.

But in his heart all the while is another knowledge,
The sorrow of the bleakness of the long wet winter night.
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