War and Love
Making war,
is to follow instinct
that our duality
offers ... Making war
it's belligerent instinct ...
Living love
is the instinct that is truly
winner, of living ..
War is announced death,
love is everlasting life, never
sudden, even if it appears
suddenly...
Finally the war always
succumbs ... disappears!
But not love, this
is what remains when
nothing left ...
Love always wins... !
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