Poems by Arcadia Maria
Poetry Writings
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
allusion
we dance around the room
saying but not saying the truth
I can see it in your dark eyes
you can hear it in my soft voice
but neither of us will speak
the true words out loud –
it’s over, we are done
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