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Andynz2000
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Across the crisp and white
Horse-hairs dance in the sunlight.
Silky and smooth...
There is a shop, along the stone pavements
In the dim streets of london.
Colorfully decorated, with a large glass window.
In that glass window, lies a smiling porcelain doll....
A different view.
A different sound.
Diferent smell, different feel.
Same beating heart....
Dawning curious,
Suprised feel,
Cold hands,
From the shadow....
Compassion is a road where many twists and turns become,
Something that has no start, and has no end.
It can be a meaning, an existance, happyness and heartache.
It gives hope, It gives us life although many a time it gives strife...
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