Homage to Lorca/ And then
Once the labyrinth of time disappears
Only deserts remain to be seen
The heart founts of desire have vanished
As well as the kisses of dawn
Only dust remain to be sieved
So many illusions dissolved in the air
Barely fragrant enough to trace
So many dreams never embodied
Fill the evanescent ether
Above the undulating deserts
We've been here
And gone nowhere.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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