Where Hate Can'T Come Ashore

Perhaps our Cafe should be, on an island in the sea. Somewhere neutral ,fine and free Where Hate can't come ashore. Maybe we could close our eyes turn down the lights and realize our friendship is the greater prize, Come in and close the door. Are your eyes a darker shade your hair in curls or long of braid Variety is what God has made, Sameness is a bore. suppose your world has skies of green a purple river in between Magenta mountains , How obscene! not if I just explore.... The way you see it through your mind, settle in and take the time to write a place we all can find, Where Hate can't come ashore.