Clovers
How do the green clovers,
feel,
In the Autumn sun,
And Moonlight,
Embraced by the high maples,
caress of mango wind,
And a sweetly beautiful lady,
They feel the blush,
Of her Beauty,
Its irises and rose,
And enchanted kisses,
Of its hymns
Reynaldo Casison
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