End of Love … #poem

Love they say ” is a symphony of experience”

The trees will dance to a reverberation of loveliness

Fields of flowers will bloom in  ecstasy

and for all that I was delivered a mass

you are cordially invited to a dance with fate

do not bring your dance card

bring your solid black marker

blot out all sounds of beauty

this  repertoire marks the end

of our love

sculpture from North Carolina Museum of Art

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