With her long windswept hair,
And carefree sashay,
She glides,
like gliding out of a Summer gown,
The way of Sunset seagulls,
In her fine stilletos,
She sensuously bends,
For exquisite Spring bouquets,
She loves flowers like roses,
Love the moon, wind, and sun,
Her hips like Summer waves,
journeying,
sweet waxen shores
Reynaldo Casison