Abstract

A little poem about love.

Rising like crows,

Dark, beautiful, dangerous,

To tip and sway, and fall again.

The dance is breathless,

Natural, daring, strong,

Selfish and inevitable.

 

The dance is enough,

It spins and turns and caterwauls,

Leaves you confused,

Lost,

Restless.

 

The dance is enough,

It flies, speeds, touches the sky,

Leaves you content,

Found,

Doubtless.

The dance is enough.

Reviews

[Pax]

love is sometimes so abstract... too profound often times... all in all love gives a lot of emotions... very nice piece!

[Anna]

Thankyou :)