Based upon a painting I saw in Barcelona
Dark is the night with shadows and bleached bones of leafless trees Limbs frozen in time A sculpted beauty shroud below her thighs Dark is the night and so many trees buried near the corpse flowers Has he ever watched them bloom or were his eyes transfixed on the shovel Dark is the night yet the moon shows its phases always a sentinel of fate never able to help the inculpable as the black clouds devour Dark is the night
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