My Anna Pavlova With Love
Resonating magnificent resplendencies in such, rhapsodies
Resonant amid this glowing renaissance; and her resurrection
Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these, vibrant colours as if
Van Gogh himself had been summoned through time's periscope's visions
Brilliant brushings aside passions poured about viles of a rebirth's casting; callings
Transposed from atop another vestige's love laced canvas; splashing's be spheres now
Captured inside, a concerto's reprise ? Ballerinas their light and my, Anna Pavlova, with love.
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