It ended with silence.
It started with sound.
A symphonic grace played from
The timpani roll and trumpet solo.
A poise seldom told by a fragrance
So sweet between the scene they occupy.
The show has ended.
Insert the epilogue.
Smiling.
They start their laughing,
applause and blushing.
As darting eyes finally meet,
A thought so soft says,
"Hello, my confidant."
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