The lakeshore irises,
Are serenading,
The evening Crescents,
Relax beside a pretty lake,
Feel at one,
With her Sun and moon,
Swaying irises,
sing a sweet lullaby,
To the Moon,
The Moon's irises,
They fill its fountain,
with their dreams
Reynaldo Casison
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