Monday, November 7, 2011

The Waltz

Disheartened, disillusioned, dis-anchored
Until you gathered me up in your arms
And started a slow dance, my very first
And yours too, I guess, waltzing together
Moving slowly, at peace, soaking in the warmth
Requiring no music
The rhythm set listening to your heartbeat
Engulfed in love abound
And then came the realization:
My roots are with you...

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