her Rose Beauty
As she stretches,
Her Rose Beauty,
The Stars are luminous flowers
Is there anything more lovely,
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 lovely,
Than a generous and exotic woman,
Dancing in the naked beams,
of its gowns
As she stretche
