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Antonio Noriega Varela: Gorse Flowers

Neither white roses nor red carnations It’s the gorse I adore Gorse flowers, subtle and small, smiling Nervously amongst thorns. Among thorns the sky with diamonds decks When night calls down the mist. Ah, precious treasure of the barren moor, … Continue reading

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