Operatic Literature

I trod the mile of ocean spread,

thundering towers spit and collide.

Vicious, crashing, roaring;

Enshrouds my mind.

This very moment;

classical notes of baroque.


Filling my eardrums.

Beautiful music;

Art has been made

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