Remindance of Flamenco
a soul is singing.
And its footsteps are speaking to gods,
the guitar is playing.
once created the universe, while flying
across the fret-board.
all dancers are ready, waiting -
and a man's voice, wailing, wakes up
the storm of tears and anguish.
Yet, it's a song of gods,
striking a note of remindance they
were us, once.
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