Estrellas en el Verano

Mira, tan brillante, la Estrella,
Un corazón que late, amarilla
Como un verano maravilloso,
Me busca tu cuerpo hermoso,
Revelando que te quiero.
Miércoles, 29 de julio de 2015

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