fot. Paul de Luna
We ran down the beach,
eyes closed arms outstretched
Angels we were.
The tide licked our feet
and we flew young lost lovers,
no fear of growing old.
eyes closed arms outstretched
Angels we were.
The tide licked our feet
and we flew young lost lovers,
no fear of growing old.
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