13. Buenos Aires
She adores Argentina's whispers of nostalgia,
Longing for Buenos Aires' embrace,
a tango with destiny.
Yet beside me, an empty seat sighs,
a chasm of absence.
Wishing to traverse the cobblestone maze,
your presence a compass.
Alas, solitude's journey is an odyssey too labyrinthine,
Yearning for our footsteps to intertwine,
hearts as one.
She adores Argentina's whispers of nostalgia,
Longing for Buenos Aires' embrace,
a tango with destiny.
Yet beside me, an empty seat sighs,
a chasm of absence.
Wishing to traverse the cobblestone maze,
your presence a compass.
Alas, solitude's journey is an odyssey too labyrinthine,
Yearning for our footsteps to intertwine,
hearts as one.