Singing in the rain underneath the umbrella of walking in her shoes
Of the raindrops that will continue to drip like tears of puddles and blue skies rain
With all the clouds that turn to gray and love nothing more than gloomy mornings and expiration dates even when night falls and all the dreams feel like the moonlight of a sunset morning drive.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The girl with the flowers of the wind
PoesíaThe flowers That have gone back and forth with the wind of the girl with the flowers of rose petals And the love that makes her the lasting hour of the memories of the moonlight wings.
