Within the vineyards of the Moon,
Within the Caress of wind,
Where Nightingales,
And honey doves,
Are one symphony,
of golden wings,
She will ride the diamond wind,
A gypsy butterfly,
In the waves of Night,
In her Shimmering dress,
Bathed in Moonlight,
Warm in her ethereal Beauty,
Drifting into dreams, sweetly,
Surreal as a Mango caress,
Salsa accent of her love,
Bathed in moonlight
Reynaldo Casison
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