To stay happy,
We part away.
From the things not right,
From people we don't like,
From each other,
From ourselves.
The medicine of life,
Is not ignorance,
But love.
Not to regret,
Not to repel,
But to connect.
With yourself,
With others.
When each plays their own puzzle,
None completes.
A beautiful bonding,
Can fill the missing piece.
So let's heal each other,
Let's feel each other.
Let's unite,
The wrong's we shall make right.
Let's all hold hands,
And believe,
That the future can be bright.
To empty hate,
Is to fill love.
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Mend
PoetrySomething's misplaced. It's broken, it's harmed and stabbed and hurt. Our visions are blur for we don't look at what's not visible - what's inside, the power and beauty within and how it is misaligned. We need to heal, we need to mend.
