UNDER THE MOONLIGHT RAYS
Sometimes I imagine seminude
Lying under the rays of the moon
Stars go prowling slowly down
Surrounding the majestic and beautiful moon
And when a soul so take floating
Into this heaven the altar which had been
May reveal the New World
A female anxious, therefore acts
And now see reflected in this scenery
Beauty which smells illusion
Bringing this to the infinite floor
And since fed up with your mistress in lights
Of bolder cravings not should stray from
For best worlds as well will bring me.
Marcos Loures
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