Opera Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Opera



Opera

Big and thin, is blue
A curtain, background
Made of silk or cotton
Blows wind, or breeze
Sea, ocean with the waves

Isolde is on ship
To Mark, king, is carried
Tristan, the agent
Then potion off the chest
It is love, not revenge
And Wagner, that great

Shades, colors
Music from pot
And grab those plots
Act I, II and so on
It is love, super art.

Friday, April 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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