go now
while the tango death spins
a foreboding in a heart
where a heart the last
play circled
passion within
a whisper
but in vain
alone
life is but a joke
music but an oblivion
go now
I will
who stays
ever
do not want
to lose
a moment in your arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem