She loosed her robe,
that I might see
her body, lissome as a tree.
The rosebud opened in that hour
and oh, the beauty of my flower.
Al Mutamid/Poet-King of Sevilla
www.MatadoraFlamenca.com
that I might see
her body, lissome as a tree.
The rosebud opened in that hour
and oh, the beauty of my flower.
Al Mutamid/Poet-King of Sevilla
www.MatadoraFlamenca.com
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