Poezie
Navarra
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Close your eyes,
Give me your hand
And let the tips
Of our fingers touch.
I feel myriads of notes
From the scores of Sarasate,
Running through my veins
Like armies of ants
Eager to pass into yours.
They already know the way,
Even if they have never crossed
On your side.
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