Chopin To Sand
To breathe is constricting
to walk is now strained
My passion is boundless
My power has waned
The music demands
that I keep up the pace
so much to do,
when I look at your face
I see hope rekindle
I feel I can try
to put down this opus,
this work,
ere I die.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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