Dance me without teaching
nor learning, no new steps
listen to the beatings
our souls well hidden kept.
Lowered head I'm letting
on deadly frozen chests
listen, stars keep whispering
our soul's love, song of final rest.
Crying soft the violin
painfully crush my breast
all flesh on my bones cleaned
Try sing my lips but there's no breath.
Elena, Beautifully written poem with palpable feelings inside. If this poem relates a personal experience of yours, I do pray for your strength. From how I know you through this website, I know you have a lot of resilience a lot of wisdom and a lot of compassion, all which are perfect guides.
Our souls well hidden kept. With the muse of love and pain. Thanks for sharing.
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Highly metaphorical.... Lowered head I'm letting on deadly frozen chests listen, stars keep whispering our soul's love, song of final rest. Pain of the heart well expressed. Crying soft the violin painfully crush my breast all flesh on my bones cleaned Try sing my lips but there's no breath. I felt very tragic..like crying with you and sharing those tears. Thank you poet for this beautiful poem. It deserves a perfect 10. Anticipating your visit to my page and request you to render comments on my poems. Thanks. Subhas