Swaying, caressing sihouettes,
In the rose evenings,
Meditating, lighting candles,
As you sweetly gaze,
Swaying, liberating hems,
Like salsa dreams,
Your essence is exotic, stunning as rain,
Upon a flowers dazed petals,
Honey of mists,
Golden leaves,
in autumnal symphonies,
The green dresses,
Have turned a golden honey,
Let us shed our grievings,
The fishnets,
of hips and waves,
From our souls,
Like those majestic trees,
Waves,
waxing with crescents,
To gems and shore,
Ballerina dove,...
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