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WENDY'S POEMS


~~~WHY?~~~

Why do people always say
That love is all around,
When truly all you ever hear
Is hatred and fear asound.

If love is the air
Then why can't we see,
That happiness is there
And everyone is free.

If saddness is the oxygen
That we all breathe,
We take in so much dispair
That comes from all the trees.

If hope is the sun
That brightens up the world,
And shines on everyone
With colors all aswirled.

Why do people always say
That love is all around,
When truly all you ever hear
Is hatred and fear asound.




By: Wendy
Age: 14


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