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Death of Bella (Mark Chagall)




Death of Bella

Holding each other's hands
They were flying like birds
A tiny town below was softly glowing
Under the moon, love was overflowing

Mark whispered to her gently
“I’ll certainly never leave you ”
In the room with a bouquet
Joy springs from a cheerful minuet

His head suddenly turned upside-down
Everything was torn down
The Death of Bella caused his distress
Love was expected to be endless

Indescribable sorrow to be expressed
Unimaginable sadness was addressed
But Mark turned his unbearable sadness
into valuable masterpieces

which are more precious than pearls.