At Latino Bar
Beneath the October moon
We sipped fruit cocktails
Knowing that too soon
The bewitching hour would come
And splinter the spell
I had in my head
A tune which tinkled softly
Like Tibetan bells
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Jane Sharp has lived in Vrahassi, a mountain village in Crete, for the past sixteen years. She has been writing poetry for a lot longer. Her poems have been published in magazines, read on the B.B.C. and have won prizes.
