Sep 27, 2019, 5:18 PM

The dance 

  Poetry » Love, Phylosophy
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The dance
is my command
of language soft and smooth
that's used through every time and place
where love exists in our abandoned world.
As I embrace your manly chest
a splash of joy in me
gives rhythm to
the dance.

And I 
recall the day
you gave a friendly smile
and tied me up to your divine,
enchanted world. My body I oblige
to rest upon your heavy arm
as we advance the dance
that makes us you
and I.

© Миглена Миткова All rights reserved.

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  • Оригинално и красиво, като две стъпки от този тайнствен танц, в който се е е превърнало любовното пътуване. Поздрави, Меги!
  • Благодаря ви! Понякога съм в настроение за експерименти.
  • Адмирирам всеки, който твори в мерена реч на чужд език.
    Меги!
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