Art
With the stroke of my brush
I bring to life, a timeless night.
The moon is high, smiles are bright.
Full glasses raised in toast, many greet a generous host.

Multiple voices tinged with laughter
I wonder what will come after...

Strolling down a crowded lane,
a saxophone plays a lonely strain.
Stolen glances, holding hands,
now begins the love chain

Whispering, wishing,wandering
Warm like Havana nights.
That's how you love
so clean, so pure .
How you love
as a child of Christ.
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