No stars in the Summer midnight sky,
Besides your lovely, pretty eyes,
No tears in the ethereal,
Spring evening Rivers,
No moons upon your translucent gown,
Besides the loving caress,
Of a warm infinite crescent song
Reynaldo Casison
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Reynaldo Casison (
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- Category: Spiritual
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