Operatic Literature April 16, 2015 /No Comments 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.Reverberating;Filling my eardrums.Beautiful music;Art has been made Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestEmailLike this:Like Loading...Related