When the summer come,
the air feels hot,
the smell of coconut tree,
the dream of you still exist.
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TE AMO
PoesíaTE AMO 'TILL YOU FIND YOUR OWN WORDS. BY:ARISTEYA (ARISTEYA NP WORKS) COPYRIGHT: 2021 ARISTEYA ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.THE MORAL RIGHTS OF AUTHOR HAVE BEEN ASSERTED.
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When the summer come,
the air feels hot,
the smell of coconut tree,
the dream of you still exist.
