Geometry Dash Lite
poema de Marion Lott
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,
A test of skill in Lite’s true fight.


