9 abr 2023, 12:04


  Poesía » De amor
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My hands are soft

my eyes are dry

no tears left to cry 

to ask me why-

the reason's blind.

Clouds are high,

so is my mind.

A dream to fly 

and love to find

spending my time gazing in your eyes.

In my soul is where fear lies.

To fall in love with you is no surprise.

Spend my days with you just for my love to arise.

"Don't love you back" - he replies.

"I don't believe you"- my words unwise.

My heart's now blue just like the skies.

© Iliyana Nikolova Todos los derechos reservados

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