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The strings keep playing
Though the strings keep playing
And the wine is tasted
Somewhere between a reality and dream I see you.
As the night resembles a soft touch of music
As I sway to the beat of your heart
In my mind I am in your arms.
This poem is sweet...:) - It
This poem is sweet...:)
- It set's a scene of a couple embracing tightly; dancing as the night drift's to the dawn.....
At least that's what i see when i read this poem...haha
i was going for that...
i was going for that...