The soft hues of bronze and ochre at dawn
A misty morn
Shrouds swiftly the shards of glass that mirror
Voices quiver
Behind sundry faces, wrinkles and scars
Stories afar
Dusky undertone of memories czars
A glimmer of awe, gold and brown that fades
Spun into a kaleidoscope of raids
A wisp of voices and stories afar
*This form of poetry is known as Ovillejo.
