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Love is...
A moon without stars,
A sky without clowds,
A sun without a flame,
Feet without a place to travle to,
Hands without a pen to wright with,
Eyes withought a place to look tords,
A mind without a dream,
But one day...
The moon will find the stars,
The sky will find the clowds,
The sun will find its flame,
Your feet will find a place to travle to,
Your hands will find a oen to wright with,
Your eyes will find a place to look tords to,
Your mind will fond its dream,
And one day your heart will find its missing peaces.
Yeah thats a poem that poped into my head wen i went for a 2 am walk...
RASE YOUR HAND IF YOUR GOING TO SEE MY PLAY!
Its Augast 3-6. if you are going tell me... if your not... that makes me a sad panda...
yeah so your all coming right?