I dreamed you were dancing somewhere.
Your smile was so happy and brihgt.
There was a red rose in your hair.
Your hair had the colour of night.
Your movements were full of expression,
And lips-full of burning caress,
And eyes were glowing with passion,
And winds were petting your dress.
In fervour your hands were curving
The butterfly wings do like that.
And I was so hopelessly loving,
Yet knowing your love was my end.
Flamenco
© Copyright: Олег Киевский, 2012
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