Slaughter of Innocence

From Albeycin to Alhambra (Hayes) In the twilight of a summer evening the Alhambra’s shadow cast a gloom, sweet voices from the shade arose, the sunshine voice of youth. I couldn’t sit, I sank to listen to songs of promise and belief, crumpled in a forlorn heap, I longed for songs of love and lore…Read more Slaughter of Innocence

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