Las horas sin ti

in poesia •  6 years ago 

Mañanas con sabor a sueño aunque; no me siento cansada.
Tardes eternas, acompasadas con el ronronear de los gatos y yo me siento efímera.
Noches secas, llenas de estrellas sin embargo; mis ojos están húmedos por pensar en ti.

poesia nostalgia amor
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