stay under the tree hiding your passion
waiting for my return
forget the betrayal.
can cherish the flowers fall for them but not be drunken with their aroma
ignore that are not beautiful
may breathe sun
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drinking rain --- I believe you
white dress
free but when the eternal night
and back in the shadow of the moon dressed in beauty, when you ask for your comfort
you confirm that I will never be part of your essence. Karla H.
Romero
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