Reina

Women who tell the truth, are never frightened, the song is part of you, it decants the falling rain, loves pink in August light, it's that river again, those who give always lose, mysteries of their own time, like water gathers on tissue, this one turns your gaze, with dreams of long delight, you listen for the make, a place flowers won't bloom, she makes designs, to mask her sad news, do you remember that tune, that grows like a vine, never fake the blues, forgive generous lies. .