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The Six Strings

The guitar
makes dreams weep.
The sobs of lost
souls
escape through it’s round
mouth.
And like the tarantula
it weaves  Large star
to trap the sighs
floating in it black
wooden cistern.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

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Posted August 18, 2020 by kenneturner in Federico Garcia Lorca, Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

		
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