Free verse № 13479
A Musical Dream
Each time I hear Simon Boccanegra
A dream paralyzes my senses.
I'm pacing a catecomb in pensive strides
The Brooding-Silence on my back.
I feel somebody's approach,
I revive...
I look up in his eyes and mine grow salty
He presses my hand,
"I can not break the heart of darkness."
He says "I understand."
My hand faints down,he passes,
I stride away.
-simon Boccanegra is an opera by G.Verdi which is full of arias that are sad,deep and impressive.
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