LEGEND Comments

A Spanish princess
walks among us.
You do not see her,
do not hear her,
the prophecy
or the memory.
She walks erect,
of morning stature,
carrying a jug of evening
on her head.
Be still,
do not move,
the jug is full
of your eyes' dew.
She carries it erect
in these fickle times.
her balance
is astonishing,
do not frighten her,
have compassion for her,
for yourselves,
each drop
our ransom.
The princess walks safely
with tender courage.
She is through the door already,
starting up
up the stairs.
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