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 stretches,

With Beauty,

The Stars are Luminous flowers,

And the Crescents, verses,

Infinite with jazz and doves,

And her ethereal beauty

Reynaldo Casison