Where do you walk to, Senora, across
mist-wet beaches moments before dawn?
Shy waves are savouring their lone time.
The sun, a truant kid behind the clouds.
Fisher-boats quivering in their dreams.
Where do you walk to, in your free
glowing tunic, garlanded of fresh flowers,
silken moist hair caressing the winds?
Now the leaves are awakening to stretch
in the breeze, now gold is abundant.
The trees have shot bird arrows of love
slow darting into the horizon blue. Not
enough answer, the Smiling tiara turn gaze
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
Where do you walk to, Senora, across
mist-wet beaches moments before dawn?
Shy waves are savouring their lone time.
The sun, a truant kid behind the clouds.
Fisher-boats quivering in their dreams.
Where do you walk to, in your free
glowing tunic, garlanded of fresh flowers,
silken moist hair caressing the winds?
Now the leaves are awakening to stretch
in the breeze, now gold is abundant.
The trees have shot bird arrows of love
slow darting into the horizon blue. Not
enough answer, the Smiling tiara turn gaze
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