Flamenco Dreams

Dreams of swaying and swirling
in frills and flowing, flashing reds,
of pirouettes, and twirling
to the beats of clicking castanets.

Of exotic dances, hypnotic trances,
of gyrating, rhythmic beats,
drenching the soul in romance,
in surging waves of liquid heat.

Alas, these sparkling, velvet dreams,
vanish in the morning glare,
of unrelenting sunlit streams,
and rude reminders of diurnal cares.

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