Under the siesta moon,
She's mellow,
As can be,
She sings in its sweet glow,
Under the fiesta moon,
She's warm,
As she can be,
She sings in its candle glow,
Under the Fiesta and siesta moons,
She shimmers,
With her tambourine,
She is warm, lovely, and mellow,
As she can be,
She sings, ethereally,
in their sweet, Candle glow
Reynaldo Casison
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