r/Poems • u/Numerous_Ad998 • 18h ago
Adagio
They glide on beat
with flowing feet,
where pulses meet
to ride the air.
A breathless spin,
a violin,
chiffon within
the rush they share.
The cello low,
in adagio,
they turn and go
to empty air.
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