The DancerA Poem by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)Alone...
A sweet music plays, then you hold my hand
Take me to dance in the middle of the night Eye to eye, your hands on my hips I don't want to take you out of my sight My teardrops flow, sweetest of all You press your lips against mine This is the happiest moment of my life Tasting your lips as sweet as wine But why it's turning dark, just like before? I feel so weak and afraid again For in this dark room I cannot see My shadow that comforts me when I'm in pain... © 2016 Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorDaisie Vergara (Dhaye)PhilippinesAboutHello! I am Dhaye, a public secondary school teacher, a passionate artist "married" to her dream. I write in different perspectives. So please know NOT all my works are about me. .. more..Writing
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