She wore a lovely, silly gown,
Velvet in its blush,
She within her lovely, silly gown,
Was sweet as she can be,
She wore it to dance,
On Spring and Summer evenings,
To kiss the blues away,
She was fine as she can be,
She within her lovely, silly gown,
Was witty as a Roselit moon,
She was sweet,
and fine as can be,
In her lovely silly gown,
She would Accentuate,
Its style, with her own lillies
In her hair,
her gaze too exotic for tears,
Crescents in her eyes,
To kiss the blues away,
She and her lovely,
silly velvet gown,
Still shine and dance,
With the Moons,
ethereal evenings
Reynaldo Casison
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