The Dance, poetry by Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta at Spillwords.com
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The Dance

The Dance

written by: Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta

 

You were mesmerizing

On the dancefloor.
While, I, a wallflower,
Sat by myself
And asked,
“Why could not I
Dance?”

I pictured ourselves
In later years,
Bent and old.
In remorse
I asked why
I have not really learned
When I had the chance.
Faint music plays
From the distance.

On my shoulder lays your arm,
While your waist has my hand.
“Oh, Sweetheart,
Is it too late yet?
Please, teach me!
Teach me how to dance!”

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