She lifts her hem,
like wandering petals,
in still repose
Her dark deep hair dances,
like wandering stars,
in luminous sway
Their gaze reminiscent,
of lovelorn starry nights,
And carefree shores
Bohemian women,
Their hips,
flowing with honey and love,
sweet rhythms,
Bohemian women,
like wandering willows,
Loosen in their evenings solemn,
And vibrant gardens
Reynaldo Casison