Another Poem

We share burns from the same fire
Have poured scorn on the same liar
Cast our thorns into the flames pyre
Then is born an aligned desire

For healing rather than hatred
Peeling away the indignation
For love instead of contempt
For the things we’ve dreamt

For we’ve burns from the same flame
We take turns sharing the same pain
I hope, loves all that remains
Such as the clear skies after it rains

Time washes away bad blood
Effort deals with the scorn
Then all thats left is love
All that’s left, is what was born

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