Three gypsies,
swayed,
in their midnight gardens,
With their flowing hair,
In the sultry nightingale wind,

One exotic gypsy,
did a sweet salsa,
For the roses,
Who wore her lovely,
and compassionate dress,

One ethereal gypsy,
did a tender waltz,
For the irises,
Who wore her majestic,
and shimmering dress,

And one sweet gypsy,
Did a jazz cabaret shimmy,
For the sunflowers and lillies,
Who wore her Beauty,
and moonlit dress,

Being gypsies by nature,
They swayed,
into one anothers garden,
And loving caress,

As they danced like salsa ballerinas,
To the moonlit shore,
They became like an exotic bouquet,
For the violin serenade,
of soothing,
and,
Sighing waves
Reynaldo Casison