Her hair,
Flowing in the wind,
With the seashells,
And stars,
We sigh,
The way her hair,
And dress,
Flows in the honey wind,
With the seashells,
And stars,
We sigh,
She's an exotic delight,
Margarita waves,
And the Moon is wine,
The Moon is fine wine,
Her love is fine,
And her Beauty is wine,
Margarita waves,
And the Moon is wine,
The moon is fine wine
Reynaldo Casison
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I would like to translate this poem
Love is wine, concentrate. True, dear poet