Grace Biby
The fresh summer breeze,
It Brings there is my mind, recollection,
Of that love, of my adolescence,
My first illusion of love,
Of black hair jet, tez of cotton,
Of sweet thoughtfull, green emerald,
Of cheeks rosaditas, lips of honey,
And body of siren, jurisdiction the moments,
more wonderful than I have feel.................
lobogris