The lovely ladies,
Are relaxing,
Upon,
An autumn fountain,

Pigeons are flapping,
Their enigmatic wings,
With their jazzy music,

The lovely ladies,
Are enthralled by the pigeons,
And frolic in the fountain,
With them,
Their golden and brunnette,
Hair,
Flapping their enigmatic wings,
In the sensuous wind,
Their dresses damp,
With their love,

The golden haired ladys,
Eyes are flowing,
Sweet,
Like the fountain,
In sublime bliss,

The exotic brunnette,
Dries her own tears,
And her lovers tears,
In the warm,
Loving,
gaze of a crescent moon,
Embraces her,
And hums,

Your tears,
Like our fountain,
Will sprout,
Their flowers,
And rainbows,
That will drift,
Into a sweet,
sublime,
Kind of forever,
Like our love,

As the lovely ladies,
Fountain kissed hair,
Glows in the autumns,
Crescent moon
Reynaldo Casison