Argentine Tango Poems

The desert is jealous of the clouds.
Lonely below their shadow it awaits
its one true love - the rain.
It thirsts for its presence,
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Oh how graced I must be to walk the hallowed halls
of that thing you call a heart.
A cold draft follows me out, for even the air is stale
and needs an escape.
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I gazed into Melancholy's mirror
And found the more I reflected on it,
The more it reflected on me
Providing a perfect symmetry
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Still, are you here?
Still, it is I.
Still, you have found me.
Shrouded with the weight of your presence,
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“Hold on”
It rose, separating itself from the world it resented,
The heat of anger filling its puffy cheeks.
It was downcast and carried a shadow wherever it went,
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Has fate forgotten?
Has that unspoken promise
forgotten to shake hands with time?
Its perspicacious presence
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I should have known I could never fix your crooked smile.
They don't make a Photoshop for ugly souls.
You nailed into me thoughts and words at my weakest points,
drilled into my fault lines. I shouldn't have given tools
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It was the eve of the reckoning.
The moon shone as a spotlight,
Searching every pine for answers.
They whispered secrets to the night,
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Toes curled in the grains of sand,
The Lady of the Ocean
Holds the power of the sea
There, in her outstretched hand.
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The yellow smile of dawn has broken
Over the land of shadows
And every soul touched by the hallowed
Voice of Heaven spoken
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