Poetry/Verse/Let's Tango Copyright Protected, ID 03-1631-739-24 All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
Written, March 24, 2024 For the International Contest, Let's Tango sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 04/05/2024
Fifth Plac
In the morning she was found deathly still, her face quite pale but her lips and cheeks rosy pink; with sorrow they buried the old lady, in a sunny place with great weeping trees and birds. Beneath his dark hood a handsome man waits, as a wild north wind blows and clouds race in the sky; he comes from a world of crystal waters, and of woodlands in a thousand green hues mingling. He had heard her calling through time for love, so his destiny is to journey and find her; now, he stands within her room in shadows, and steps forward to brush her falling tears away; with a lover's caress that wakens her, and bends to kiss her waiting lips as dawn birds sing. She rises from bed her mind in tangles, as he stands behind her removing his dark cloak; she has no fear as she loves him deeply, and he twines his strong fingers into her red hair; and slowly they fade in the dappled light, enwrapped in a sweet lover's passionate embrace.
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