She comes across grace, the way that she flows
in gowns, down stairs, through life,
utterly in love with fascination of love.
Minor chords fade to dissonant
whispers that barely touch nothing
at the end where time goes silent;
a puff of black.
I would rather she fade
to indigo.
Β© Chagall 2014


Beautiful, and the flow is wonderful!!!
Very much obliged, Chess. Thank you so much. π —Chagall