Tango On Uneven Ground Poem by Sanja Atanasovska
Tango On Uneven Ground
We played tango on uneven ground
and with the face of my heel
we trampled on the house of valuable ants.
Time made silver circles
and threw them into our hair,
and we flew
with butterflies in the abdomen.
There are eyes worth living for
there is something in those eyes
from which one can die.
Tango on uneven ground,
for whom are you whispering to me quietly tonight?
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