Lorca

[taxine]

And then

The labyrinths
that time creates
disappear.

(Only the desert
remains.)

The heart,
that fountain of desire,
disappears.

(Only the desert
remains.)

The illusion of dawn
and of kisses
disappears.

Only the desert remains.
A rippling
desert.

Comments

[absinthenoir]

That's beautiful.

[taxine]

I should read more of his work, all I have is "Poem of the Deep Song"