Broken Ballads

Original Poetry

She was a broken ballad,
A beautiful disaster of symphonies
And dulcet tones,
Screeches of notes formed into one
Simple piece.
By some miracle,
She left a smile on their faces.
Why is it
That people find such beauty
In sadness?

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