The Crescent moon
Upon the lap
Of the evening shore
The Maple tree,
Stark and sublime,
in a luminous field
Ballerina dancer,
Warm as a damp rose,
In nightingale waves
She wants to feel,
The beauty of moonlight,
The passion and calm
of Evening dawns
The love of this moonlit song,
Upon her exotic face,
Her rose breasts,
Her mascara gaze,
And sweet honey,
cove of her love
Reynaldo Casison
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