Tango, 25 november 2011
A single tear slid down my cheek,
as the silent days,
turned into lonely weeks.
How many time can a heart be broken,
before it fails to mend,
or is it so forgiving, that it goes on,
loving, until the very, very end.
Tango.
Tango, 24 november 2011
The sun creeps over the hill,
and the silence is broken by the song birds trill.
As the golden rays highlight the trees,
they shake, and rustle with the morning breeze.
White cotton ball clouds skip across the sky,
while a hawke circles searching on high.
Each, and every morning is quite unique,
when nature awakes, and starts to speak.
Tango.
Tango, 24 november 2011
The candle flickers,
Shadows dance upon the wall,
from outside I hear you call.
The door opens, and here you are,
you have come to me from so far.
I take your hand, and lead you to my bed,
together we lie,
bodies touching from toes, to head.
I open my eyes, but you are gone,
shadows still dance upon the wall,
it was only a dream after all.
Tango.
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