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 “The Sad Opera”(by Joe DiMino)

Love has no age
Nor boundaries;
But lesser mind,
Persistent are its prejudices—
And human body
Too often an evil cause;
Though the audience applauds
Those blossoms tossed
From higher balconies
Not the throws of angels
(Their hands still
In limbo parted)—
As the voices,
Their sources
(Wings of terminal petals)
Briefly soar above the stage
Back to earth fall
Wither and pass away
Tragedy repeated,
That of the sad opera—
Such fond drama, elevated
A tyranny
Of the soul…


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