9 abr 2023, 12:04

Fragile 

  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. ...

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