She was dancing,
With her flowers,
In her garden,
Swaying,
with stillness,
To their sweet rhythms,
The moon shines,
So cool,
Through her windswept hair,
She was dancing,
With her flowers,
In her garden,
She felt love there,
The moon shines,
So cool,
Warm and tender,
When she sways that way,
She was dancing,
In her garden,
With the flowers,
The moon shines,
So cool,
In the velvet sky,
She felt the flowers sigh,
She was dancing,
In her garden,
She felt love there
Reynaldo Casison
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