Sunday, April 10, 2016

Opening Night

Bleeding pencil
Sparkling crystal
Powder snow that burns to ashes
A musical beginning
- But the curtain just fell
The will to remember, yet the need to destroy
Reluctance, repression, the final form is not the end
A song written in the sand that the waves washed away
One snowflake starts the avalanche

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