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Tango

The beginning is timid

time has no limit.

magic movements are slow,

we dance the tango of love.

It's the music of feelings,

bliss and passion revealing,

dance of flight and explosion

of hidden love.

The beginning is timid

and is not so vivid,

then it turns into wild

and grasping dance.

We go deep into music,

plunge ourselves into tango,

flow together in movements,

in the rhythms of love.

You throw down the gauntlet

and I gently accept it,

then resign or surrender

as I love to be flown.

Your glance strikes like a dagger,

then it looks like a beggar,

then it turns into covert

and shifts aside.

Step....3 more.... and I wonder

if the next step is a thunder

or it will slightly blow

just like a breeze.

Glamor rhythms of tango,

languid music of passion,

I am out of fashion

and lose my head.

Our thoughts and emotions

on the verge of explosion,

on the verge of insanity

of crazy love.

Tango waked up a volcano

singing songs Italiano,

flaming love and desire

of two in love.

We dance the tango of passion

which is out of fashion

turning time to eternity

and the beauty of love.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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