She kneels in summer dress,
To paint the fields of the sky,
Her clouds of vibrant hue,
My moon of tender blue
The melody
of my ethereal,
warm roses and irises,
By her side,
Within the moon,
of her being
Her nutrient hem,
a basket of love
Reynaldo Casison
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I would like to translate this poem
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