The Dance - Poem by Morteza Dehnaee
Seems the world beating,
When your heart stops at mine,
When the look, goes deeper than eye,
When your grief put me pined.
Sounds the sense talking,
When your lips pulsing my words,
The past, the future left behind,
And our steps shape the roads.
Seems the love dancing,
When comes in two, a chance!
No word, no beat, no road
No me, no you, but dance.
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