The day, silent with labor,
hastened the demise of dusk's calm.
Youths danced in the square,
their pliant limbs
coarsely figured
by tambourines'
frenzied clamor.
Shadows glided, undisturbed,
'cross tacit house-fronts
as the horned moon
began its lonely rise,
jealous of fire
in the square
and lithe bodies
gathering 'round
its gold.
Paper lamps swayed
left to right,
gracious as a mother's gait,
drawing gentle arcs
above revelers' heads.
1 comment:
is very good!keep making them!
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