A small light shadows your face
You walk into the room holding a black rose
A flower so small but worth everything
Inking colour contrasts your eyes
The sun goes down and I turn to the corner
You start forward, a perfect stride
A hand motions for me to dance
I accept with a racing heartbeat
I catch my breath
Your hand trails to the small of my back
And you pulled me closer
Gently, we dance… One last time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, almost tragic! good poetry!