Waiting for true love is like anticipating a drop of rain to fall on the Sahara desert.
Possible, but low chances of ever happening.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
Sahara
Waiting for true love is like anticipating a drop of rain to fall on the Sahara desert.
Possible, but low chances of ever happening.
