Last Dance

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  • Lost Love

    Last Dance


    Sing gently, softly, songs of woe
    eventhough love come upon you unaware
    takes you dancing on the air
    swirling, twirling, hearts arace
    passions rising, arms embrace
    promises whispered, forever to keep
    the music ends, and now you weep

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    Merlyn commented on Last Dance

    09-15-2009

    You always had such a command of your language skills. This piece gives a chill and then reminds us about reality, I for I weeping.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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