Seventy-Three

Music: Fugue in E minor
By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.

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Seventy-three refocuses on love Even as she now must live alone. Very little waits behind the door; Every day is like the day before; Nestled in her heart are sleeves of stone; Time hangs like fog no sun will soon remove. Yet there is much that makes her yearn for more.   To be is to be loved and blessed with grace, However one might live or soon might die. Revelations come like words long known, Each an invitation to embrace, Ecstasy unbearable but shy.