But like love
the archers
are blind
Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
lily.
The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.
Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!
Before The Dawn
Federico Garca-a Lorca
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Poem topics: green, moon, night, purple, warm, blind, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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