Our Last Tango Poem by Marieta Maglas

Our Last Tango

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I feel so lonely
In this room for two
Smoking your thoughts
And drinking your dreams.
We're still in that Paris,
Our Paris,
Though we didn't dance, yet,
Our last tango.
You're my sitting stone
I was your throne.
Just open your petrified heart
Only for a second
To understand
That stupid metaphor
Of being together,
Which means
Occasionally
Love.

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Pietro 6 13 February 2016

Full with sensactions, beautiful poem 10

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Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas

Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania
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