With a rose in her hair
She rocks in a chair
Ay me, says she
Black thoughts in her heart,
The tears cease and start
Ay love, such love
The swallows swoop and dive
Siesta shadows glide
Ay how, poor cow
La Osa Mayor claims the sky
The chair is still
The river run dry
Ay now, what now?
About Me
- Tinca Leahy
- hats and words. baking and bags. cocktail rings and dirty martinis. poetry and shadows. tending and growing. to the light
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