The world falls into slumber,
and he dances.
He dances to remember-
one more waltz for his lover.
The world falls awake,
their time growing thin.
Coldness on his hands,
and ache rises from within
One more dance for her sake-
one last turn at her grave
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Just_my_poetic_side (Pseudonym) (
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A poem of life and death and the last dance. An apt metaphor where all the world is a dance and life and death no different. Nicely done
Thanks! You were quite fast to read it๐
You are most welcome. Sometimes I am here.
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