ChanceA Poem by DarkHairedDreamerChance
A house is not a
home - Just as a cliff
is not a diving board A woman is not a
mother Simply because
she has a child The lick of fire
does not always burn The needle is
not always Followed by
thread The voice of an
angel Is not always in
tune And because you
have sight Doesn’t mean you
can see
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Added on June 15, 2014 Last Updated on June 15, 2014 Author
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