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In hallowed field
on sandy dune ‘neath waxing moon
till morning sun

She sings of loss
such sorrow sweet, radiant heat
lustrous new day

Her golden throat
arpeggios lost in throes
scales as heaven would

Grace notes flourish
the melody forever free
soul embellished

There is no song
she cannot sing, she’s everything
if only love

© Chagall 2014