The legend is telling us about…

A dance, a ballet
Love, difficulties between them.
The voice that dictates from above
seemingly dictates,
as in a dance of a puppet theater
that set their bodies in motion to the voice.

But if we will look closer
we will see their body flows on it's own pace,
and with them the voice will never be external.

Two voices remained;
those dictate different rhythm
and create a sonata

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