Wednesday 6 July 2011

Swansong 1

She sings her last note
A sigh of shivering breath
Angry fragility
Bursting energy burning to the end
Majestic purity
No stop.
Unrequited beauty
Romanticism of nothingness
It is all in those beautiful arms
Wild freedom free wings
Pulsing musicality
To be alone
Dying alone.
The notes of solitude sing in her feet.

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