Love Not Hate
a war of words
dripping, bloodied
emotions of elixir
drunken and fallen off
of each page
love or hate
we are all in our own personal battle
marching against time
....
are we not going to soak in today
blinded by
looking only out for tomorrow
bluebird dawns the view
listen to her playful song
sunlight paints her beak
the now
undressing the dew
as the meadow flower bloom
I see no hate in all this beauty
love must be alive
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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