War

When armies appear and sorrow risers, hum a tune so we can lose our pain in danceing.
If your destiny,be glory or not, Purify yourself, and embrace the childish, Joyful babbles'and smilings faces of the moment's




Poetry by debra
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Written on 2008-05-29 at 12:01

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