Wind Gust
~ by Federico García Lorca ~
My girl coming by,
how sweet she looks walking!
with her cute muslin
dress
& a newly caught
butterfly.
Trail her, muchacho,
down every byway,
& if you once catch her crying
or thinking it over,
paint this onto her heart
& spray it with glitter
& tell her not to cry
if she should stay single.
*Pictured is a piece of ephemera (an old paper item) from the late 1800's, along with the back of a vintage postcard. A gobstopper of a vintage brooch adds some sparkle☺.
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