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Tantalising
All breath held in,
Nervous lungs of
Gallant stomping horses,
Obdurate anger, fluctuating manes.
A/N: Another dancing poem for your consideration! I wanted to capure how regimented, yet wild and free a tango can be.
-TWW
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Comments (7)
lovely and beautiful
Oooo, I learned a new word from you today, obdurate! Loved your poem!
I love your description TWW, the way your words lend themselves to the dance itself! Very well done!
Perfectly done. "Gallant stomping horses." Love it!
one of my fave dances! you hit the mark at bringing that structured but wild and tense passion out!
Ooh, very dramatic.
I live a tango. Such brooding passion!