A gaze,
outside the window,
and theres,
The pretty snow,
upon the boughs,
where lovely leaves shall sway,
A gaze,
of her fountain eyes,
and theres,
The pretty snow,
upon the boughs,
Where lovely leaves shall sway,
A gaze,
at a Candle moon,
and theres,
The pretty snow,
upon the boughs,
Where the lovely leaves shall sway,
like ladies in spring,
and,
summer gardens
Reynaldo Casison