The little terrace, the only glow,
city's lights sparkle, Wind begins
his song, as we make
the first steps of our unique dance,
his whistle increasing,
our embrace tightening up.
Your wise hands, shyly,
sweetly, knowing,
both of us finding,
surprising, falling,
soft laughs caressing,
flying mutual discovery.
Wind turns into brave hurricane,
still we are astonished,
of each other, of each moment,
hands entangled, our eyes meet,
our breaths, one breath,
two hearts, and one only beat.
La Finita
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wonderful poetry. glad to see your new works. I hope you are well and singing and dancing once more.