Under the stars,
just enough moonlight.
He holds her close,
the touch just right.
One foot moves,
the other follows.
Both arm sway,
the evening mellows .
A turn ,a twist,
a nimble fall.
A look into the eye,
to win it all.
Not merely a dance,
a celebration of sorts.
To get each other,
against all odds.
A promise was made
to be kept each day.
To dance forever,
their Midnight Merengue.
1 comment:
wowww.. so u write poems too! pata nahi tha tumhare andar ek kalakaar bhi hai!!
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