There is a mystery to love
denied unto hatred, which proceeds
from the lack of care.
it is the the bounty and wonder of the sea
reduced to the fill of a dime-store saucer
so diminshed is the life given to hatred.
it is real so much as love is ephemeral
hatred is a brick bound in mortar
within an impassable wall
but it is beause of its solid strength
its ground in the real world
that it fails the eternal tests
hatred passes away, it dies with
the infected lives, it goes to feed
uncaring worms, and it returns
as a flower in spring, a thing
like few others
that inspires Love.
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