Sashaying along the shore,
With the seashells,
And warm sand,
I love the women,
Of the shore,
And I love you more,
In your flower dress,
Relaxing,
Upon the plaza bench,
The seagulls stretch,
Their wings,
And you relax into being,
And a nostalgic light,
Flows through your hair,
Through your golden,
moonlit hair,
Through your hair,
In your sweet flower dress,
Sashaying, along the shore,
With the seashells,
And sand,
I love the women,
Of the shore,
And I love you even more,
And a nostalgic light,
Flows through your hair,
Through your golden hair,
Through your hair,
With my love
Reynaldo Casison
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