Book of love
was opened by a gentle hand
was opened by a gentle hand
page by page;
story of love
was told by a tender voice
was told by a tender voice
word by word ---
Text drifted
Text drifted
voice whispered
chapters intertwined
story lines undulated
and when music quietly danced through,
they all scattered
like autumn leaves
like autumn leaves
along the PATH OF LOVE
woven by
woven by
roses
and thorns
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This poem was inspired by this piano work It's About The Rose In The Vase On The Table by Karen Marie Garret
Beautiful language, yunyi. I like how the music took love off the page and placed it on the path of life.
ReplyDeletethanks marty!
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