Sunlight crescent falls
Across wood and stone
Carved images.
Silent echoes call to prayer
then minaret, now spire
Scimitar and sword rust.
Far below Sevilla spreads
Alleys anointed with oranges fallen
Perfuming the early summer heat.
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
