Лилит Мазикина (gipsylilya) wrote,
Лилит Мазикина

No F G Lorca

Who is there, my brother? A wind,
it's a borasque spreading a wing,
passing by. Nobody else.
Its Holiness Wind. No less.
There is no Gypsy girl to pursue;
no moon tambourine to slew;
no black riders, no sand, no sence.
There's a wind. Nobody else.
Tags: мои стихи

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