Our Last Tango Poem by Marieta Maglas
Our Last Tango
I feel so lonely
in this room for two~
smoking thoughts
and drinking dreams.
We're still in that Paris,
our Paris.
We didn't dance, yet,
our last tango.
You're my sitting stone and
I am your throne.
Just open your petrified heart
only for a second
to make me understand
that cynical metaphor
of being together,
which means
occasionally
love.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
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7/28/2025 8:42:36 AM # 1.0.0
Full with sensactions, beautiful poem 10