Segon premi d’anglès

AN ANGEL FROM SKY

  

I walk towarse to her on the street

I look in your eyes and I can hear my heartbeat

she is precious,kind and simply sweet.

  

Her voice is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes

perhaps my desire is to converse with her and that has not price

my mind burns but she makes me still and chill like an ice.

  

The nightt is hot and there are too much crooks in the bars

we sit down somewhere in the winds and count the stars

her lips are soft and red like the Mars.

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