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Chopin
by Uriel Tovarwe dance to a silent
Night
underneath pale glowing stars--
dim to the sky's infinite darkness
the sand
shuffles
and cracks underneath your
sandaled heels
and my sneakers slide
along with
the motion of your hips
we are cumbersome
compared
to the wind, but i don't mind
at all
soon we will be like waves
one into another.
01/12/2009 Author's Note: fixed it up a little not too much
Posted on 01/13/2009
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/13/09 at 03:55 AM I missed this stuff. Your voice has always been one of the great ones here. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 01/14/09 at 02:54 PM gabe is right (as usual.) there's some comforting voice of romance in your words...like something i should've known already, but i don't mind your reminder. beautiful, uriel. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 01/14/09 at 05:19 PM nice, as per usual =) |
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