Poesía de Marion Lott
Jueves, Enero 22, 2026 - 20:54
Geometry Dash Lite
A tiny cube runs through the night,Neon paths and flashing light.One small tap, a perfect jump,Miss the beat—restart the run.Spikes rise sharp, the rhythm’s fast,Every second tests the past.Music guides each fearless leap,Focus strong, no time to sleep.Fail again, but still I try,Learning patterns as I fly.Through each loss, I gain my might,Till I beat the level right.Simple game, yet hard to master,Heart beats quicker, fingers faster.Geometry Dash, bold and bright,