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
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
Merlyn commented on Last Dance
09-15-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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JULY | 0 | 06/28/2010 |
Morning After | 1 | 09/14/2009 |
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