Federico Garcia Lorca, 1922

The moon goes over the water.
How tranquil the sky is!
She goes scything slowly
the old shimmer from the river;
meanwhile a young frog
takes her for a little mirror.

  • @goatEnglish
    1•1 year ago

    Oh not asking you to edit, just your experience as a reader is all

    • bakerOPMEnglish
      1•1 year ago

      Sure, lay it on me!