I dance to the song
Whispered through the trees
Twisting and twirling
A tango with the breeze
His left hand on my shoulder
And mine on his waist
Guiding me through steps
At a haphazard pace
His breath on my neck
Makes me feel right at ease
He whispers sweet nothings
Heard only by me
The pace does quicken
I try to hold tight
But the wind does lose me
And of him I lose sight
I’m left in the trees
All alone with my tears
Wishing for his return
With no song to now hear
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