Argentine Tango Poems
|41.||Dance Of The Pines||12/17/2012|
|43.||Dead By Morning||5/22/2013|
|44.||Lady Of The Ocean||1/2/2013|
|45.||Has Fate Forgotten?||9/8/2013|
|49.||A Heart So Hollow||10/20/2012|
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The desert is jealous of the clouds.
Lonely below their shadow it awaits
its one true love - the rain.
It thirsts for its presence,
but is forced to watch
the clouds embrace it
and carry it off.
It is jealous too of the grass
in a far off city,
for the grass grows green
where hope is plentiful,
and long has it been
since the desert was privy
to the rain's gentle nurture.
Friends, the rain and umbrellas
greet each other every day,
and the desert can't help but
wonder if the rain ever
misses her too, or if
time since their ...
A Heart So Hollow
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.
Who knew one could contain so deep a chasm in one's chest.
A canyon for the viewing of passerby.
So hollow, the rhythmic beating resounds in ears miles away.
A drum of warning, come no closer,
for you might fall in. In fact, you may never hit bottom.