A Cure For Hate Poem by Pasquale DiMeola
A Cure For Hate
A balm to heal the pain you feel
To soothe a seething mind
Great skies of teal will help you steal
Sunshine you could not find
Pour on the salve with holy valves
Soak your soul in prayer
The signs of twelve will let you delve
In likeness everywhere
Be mindful friend the world will mend
When differences embrace
What Alpha starts, Omega ends
We are of the same race.
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5/4/2024 5:41:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The world will mend, good write