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