Midnight Silhouette Dance Of Wandering Souls

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Soft music and silent glances across the floor

Tanguistas embracing in the hope for more


Like a paint brush on a canvas white and pure

Tango, for every ordeal and tempest, a relieving cure


Like a fallen star on the dance floor that reflects

As we hear the orchestra’s resonance so complex


Adept symphony playing an experienced chord

With mutual surrender, to attain rapturous reward


Gentle raindrops pit pattering on the outside 

Cozy warm embraces and soft feet slide


Milongueros’ quick steps across the hall inside 

Wandering souls in each other, they confide


Ebony arches moving amongst a sprinkle of lights

Like twinkling stars, as each partner holds on tight


Loose falling tresses and shadowy skirts red

Gliding to the melody without a word said


As the time moves into a sleepy daze

Into the night we see ashen haze


As the dusk transcends into night

Midnight soulful shadows appear in plain sight

-San

Comments

Neel said…
WOW, So True, i feel the same when i am dancing
September 27, 2025 at 10:45 PM
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