By Bela Bartok. Sequenced by Jorge Franganillo.
|Henry is a lover of the
Each twist of fate seems arcing for a fall.
Nothing is in isolation: all
Relates to some unconscionable light
Yearning for a peace beyond recall.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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