Lash casting sable shadow, upon magnolia face,
Love weaving dreams, within her sleep, like
lace,
Fat pollen-kissed bees, tap on hot window pane,
Garden-sprinkler whirring, pretending to be
rain,
Drowsy afternoon siesta, soft & roundly
sighing,
The world supine, in deep sleep, now soundly
lying,
Flamenco echoes strummed, upon red distant breeze,
Cicadas dancing softly, within the ancient carob
trees,
Over the distant blue sierras, of ardent Spanish
sighing,
The SeƱorita lies dreaming, with afternoon´s
small dying.
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