Isabella
My Latin princess it is she
Like golden flower from the Sea
Windy mills and milk with tea
A trustful eyes I saw that day
With pretty smile on morning’s way
A calm river,a sound “Three”
As tender Sun you looked at me
Alone you were downing the hill
The girl from the sky and Nile
The castles of fate and rays
And bracelets of different ways.
Brazilian beauty with wonderful name
From Amazon river,miracle’s frame
South American light and flight
Isabella is written in my write.
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