Evening Gypsies Poem by Reynaldo Casison

Evening Gypsies

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The rivers of night,
Bathe,
Upon her rose thighs

As the evening gypsies,
Change, clouds
Change, rain,
Change, sun,

Change, dresses,
Kisses, and caresses,
In the nightingale gazebo

They Undress,
Their weariness,
In honey and sighs

And bathe in an ethereal lake,
Warm with evening moons

The crescents are honey roses

Reynaldo Casison

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