The Guitar by Federico García Lorca

[dragonyphoenix]

The weeping of the guitar  begins. The goblets of dawn  are smashed.  ...

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[maramcreates]

It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.

I really love these lines! Thanks for sharing :)!