Appassionata
This pulsating pleading passion
rapture and pain
ecstasy grasping for the eternal
fleeting frivolity
thunderous echoes of silence
maudlin, tempered and dark
despair dispelled
the sounding ascension
awakening
movements of innocence
joyful exuberance
the spirit as itself
all sound
all silence
being
quell not these passions
the yearning fires of the soul
devour pain and loss.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
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