Vina

-To walk-

Barefoot on the sodden grass in
Hessian robes and cilices
Eyes contemplating an olive grove

-Corroded crucifixes-

Throwing their shadows
During Happy Hour
Pale yellow melting on soft Spanish stone

-Crystal shards and polished glass-

From the jade bottle flows the blood of life
From the steeple  a bell tolls

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