AfterDance
there are tears
in the nooks and crannies
of my soul
after the dance is done
puddles of blood
among the pieces
of my life
after the dance is done
broken sighs
scattered on the lawn
of my memories
after the dance is done
the roses brown
and kisses melting
in the sun
after the dance is done
shifting sands
time, wearing smooth
half-empty glasses
when the dance is done
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poem by Fernando Ayala
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