Secrets

Hazel eyes and smoky make-up,
Standing there and asking questions,
Focused on a lonely coffee cup
In emptiness that no one mentions.

Now a quiet, tempting smile
Blossoms in a blurry answer.
The coffee cups become a pile
Still empty is this heart of dancer.

Yet, the body kept on moving
In a rhythm only it could feel.
Eyes were staring, smile was blooming,
Hinting images surreal.

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