The strings keep playingA Poem by DankaRomantic, sensual poem... Or I think is sensual.Though the strings keep playing And the wine is tasted Somewhere between a reality and dream I see you. As the night resembles a soft touch of music As I sway to the beat of your heart In my mind I am in your arms. © 2012 DankaAuthor's Note
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