Dipped in red,
They danced in a night of passion.They spun magic in reality,
Resulting in a beautiful symphony,
Ethereal in its simplicity.Watching them tap dancing to her beat,
The mesmerized audience could hardly stay in their seats.Gliding over ivory floors,
Occasionally landing on obsidian ledges.
Hearts were broken and pieced together
As they reached the crescendo.Using her slender hands as tools of hypnosis,
The pianist was also known as the enchantress.—•—•—•—
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Mosaic
Poetry'For what is love if not a beautiful mosaic of happiness and pain?' A collection of original short poems on topics that I feel most people relate to or know about but don't often speak about. Feedback is welcome and appreciated ❤️ Highest Rank: #8 ...