The audience awaits your appearance with baited breath. The curtain raises, and the violin readies their bow. Warm light, fluttery laughter, morning dew, All things that remind me of you. The first verse is a gentle sway, a slow crescendo. Ladybugs, wooden spoons, encouraging words, a smiling face, Moments and memories I can't replace. The second verse is vivacious and accelerando. Sakura blooms, ice sculptures, crescent moons Things we cherish gone too soon. The climax is abrupt-- a vicious camisado. Hurried steps, gleaming steel, bubbling resent, All is lost in just a moment. The final cadence is a lost, lamentful diminuendo. Black dresses, bouquets of lilies, an early demise The audience screams, begging for your reprise. #poetry
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your reprise draws to close. release, return. only then to reform.