Warmth of a rose ballerina
Salsa waves
That rather not fight
Feeling the luminous shore
Like jazz and songs
She doesnt mind
How clumsy one may be
They can appreciate her
moonlit grace
All the more
With love she caresses
Every season
Even March opens its drowsy gaze
To her Rose stars
Intimate and afar
Beauty that is what moves us
Rhythms like candles sweetly ablaze
Rain is reminiscent
Of her Beautys honey
Swaying
in the stillness and breeze
The fine wine ones are their own
canopy and vineyard
Feel the roses and sunflowers
Bloom in the irises of moonlight
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
Warmth of a rose ballerina
Salsa waves
That rather not fight
Feeling the luminous shore
Like jazz and songs
She doesnt mind
How clumsy one may be
They can appreciate her
moonlit grace
All the more
With love she caresses
Every season
Even March opens its drowsy gaze
To her Rose stars
Intimate and afar
Beauty that is what moves us
Rhythms like candles sweetly ablaze
Rain is reminiscent
Of her Beautys honey
Swaying
in the stillness and breeze
The fine wine ones are their own
canopy and vineyard
Feel the roses and sunflowers
Bloom in the irises of moonlight
Reynaldo Casison