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It is amazing The difference between hate And love Both like fire One rampant and destructive Scarring everything it touches, turning everything it touches into ashes The other-soft and warm like sun kissing your skin Safe as an evening inside by a hearth on cold snowy night Love Nurturing everything it touches Healing wounds that cannot be seen or touched Only felt Hate Not caring for anyone or anything Wounding everything and everyone it touches But mostly Hurting those who hate most If only they could see the burden they carry If only they could see their hearts turning to ashes But they are blind and the fire is strong and hard to put out Even if they wanted to And they keep feeding and feeding and feeding the inferno If only they turned to a different kind of flame If only they could let their heart be turned to an everlasting flame One that lets them see beyond what meets the eye into the reality of shared humanity If only They could see beyond their blindness and see the light and colour of our shared existence And see That thing that makes life mean something
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
A Tale of Two Flames
It is amazing The difference between hate And love Both like fire One rampant and destructive Scarring everything it touches, turning everything it touches into ashes The other-soft and warm like sun kissing your skin Safe as an evening inside by a hearth on cold snowy night Love Nurturing everything it touches Healing wounds that cannot be seen or touched Only felt Hate Not caring for anyone or anything Wounding everything and everyone it touches But mostly Hurting those who hate most If only they could see the burden they carry If only they could see their hearts turning to ashes But they are blind and the fire is strong and hard to put out Even if they wanted to And they keep feeding and feeding and feeding the inferno If only they turned to a different kind of flame If only they could let their heart be turned to an everlasting flame One that lets them see beyond what meets the eye into the reality of shared humanity If only They could see beyond their blindness and see the light and colour of our shared existence And see That thing that makes life mean something
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
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