Upon Evening and Exotic Shores
Upon evening and exotic shores,
I feel the mist of your hair,
Your hips,
Of the sweetest crescents,
Dance like a ballerina,
With an irises love,
And its blush of lavendars,
Serenading vases and gardens,
Your accents of honey,
Born of the enchanted waves,
Caresses the soul,
With loving midnights,
And tender noons,
The evening sways,
With lovely,
and solacing bouquets,
Its mango sighs,
Strewn along the petalled vistas
Reynaldo Casison
Copyright © Reynaldo Casison | Year Posted 2023
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