A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#215 Haiku In World of Difference


In world of difference
Our hearts we must still unite
For a World of peace

Dorothy Alves Holmes

Submitted: Saturday, December 13, 2008

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  • Ben Gieske (12/30/2008 4:26:00 PM)

    Very true. It is both the same qualities (characteristics, virtues, talents, etc.) and the differences that make it possible for us to be united. We have some things we already share in common and we have some things which others do not have which we can give, provided we offer them and they receive them, and some things which others have but we do not which we can receive provided they offer them to us and we say 'yes'. (Report) Reply

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