Mary, Virgin of GuadalupeDark lady, you smile at me across the mountains
The secret smile of ancient people.
What thoughts do you send me, dark beautiful lady?
Will you someday tell me when I come with great
armfuls of roses
Over the mysterious mountains to your feet?
Dear, dark queen will you give me too
Lovely roses in December?
3 comments:
wow, now that is powerful poetry. it made me think of the scene of Saint Juan Diego in awe of the Blessed Virgin.
I love poetry that you can see like a memory in your mind. Clear, vivid, detailed. This is powerful poetry.
This is the type of poetry I like as well: clear, vivid and SHORT! LOL.
yup.superb poetry!
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