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The Tango And The Finale...
the symbol of our
years is the tango
as i advance my steps
you retreat
people clap
we are as beautiful
as a pair of
love birds inside a
cage of silver with
gold engravings
containing the date and
the exact hour of
our union, going back
as you advance i too
retreat, that is the
rule of fire and water
i touch you, you twirl
the eye signals
powerful, as words turn
inutile, we walk with
with pomp and dignity
and you bend to rise
and be with my arms
again finally and people
clap because we are
having that perfect timing
the grace of this union
the pomp of counted steps
until we get exhausted
as i let you go
and then i find you
looking at another direction.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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