2 thoughts on “The Scordatura

  1. and just this winter morning i muse how i miss its conjuring, the levitation, the soar and dive, and the fine space it beckons and sustains.
    once a poet, forever a poet, even in our silences, for we have been kissed by its fatal beauty. xx

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