We dont live for a thousand years
So come on, come...waltz with me tonight
Nature is playing some cicada music
The moon is throwing some silvery light
Dont be tied with chains of sorrow
They will take you down sure and quiet
Let me hold your calloused hands
Come on...waltz with me tonight
We might be swept away in a blink
All our tears frozen in full flight
And death may just stare in your eye
So come...waltz with me tonight
not a cynical observation though, one may simply disappear even while waltzing!
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I would like to translate this poem
rave up by the mortal life may freeze the sorrow shadow still be melted by the wamth of waltzing.................smooching by the beauty of the nature, rhythm yet stires in the vale of tunes....sui-generis,10/10, thanks for sharing