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Tchaikovsky
Yes, the 4th Symphony begins
a starling passage, I float
on spread wings drifting blue
perched on a branch. Exhale
the view downward of earth
and others, then look to the sky
above these spotted wings.
The fear of height escapes.
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It's a soaring symphony.
ReplyDeleteYou paint lovely images of how music can carry us away.
ReplyDeleteThank you for these kind words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images!
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