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My Version of La La Land

Beginning with what seems always the preface:

Man and woman.

Each viewing the other in his and her own light.

Longing each a world plunged in augmented perfection.

His of poetry.

Hers of herbs.

 

To truly believe that one’s art can save.

No nobler an effort.

She the inspiration of his craft,

Bringing passion and reason once more,

And drawing him to every man’s end:

Poetry.

And he finding in himself appreciation.

 

Silhouetted against a backdrop of those distracted,

They sing.

His a slow ode to the past.

Paths missed,

Plays failed,

Works lost.

 

Until

Higher notes break upon his.

Hers sweeter.

An answer.

The compliment and finishing of his searching.

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