As she stretches,
Her Rose beauty,
The Stars are luminous flowers
Is there anything lovelier,
Than a serene and exotic woman,
Dancing through the rain,
In its naked gowns of Symphony
As she stretches,
Her Iris Beauty,
The Crescents,
are jazz and doves
Is there anything more lovelier,
Than a generous and exotic woman,
Dancing in the naked beams,
Of its gowns
As she stretches,
With Beauty,
The Stars are luminous flowers,
The Crescents, verses,
Infinite with jazz and doves,
And her Ethereal beauty
Reynaldo Casison
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