Surfeit noon in bitter citrine
Inquisition the turret intumescent.
El gecko goyas, hacienda she leaves asleep
Señor, his eyes syrah-wroth, deep sighs.
Torquemada, tantalised are their toys
Alabaster afternoon, el torro tonight.
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La Siesta (The Siesta)
by Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta
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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.
