Some say,
hatred comes
from loving
too much.
Blinded by anger,
reek of resentment,
engulfed in silence,
coated with
frustration.
Hatred
comes in many forms,
but it always grows
like a tree--
From little acorns
do mighty oaks grow!
From little seeds of doubt
do vigorous hatred grow!
Same old,
same old.
Maybe,
just maybe--
hatred never came
from loving
too much.
If,
and only if,
we can learn to love
deeply,
wholly,
unconditionally;
then love
would grow into
something
even more
beautiful.
HBY,
28.07.2017,
9.17am.
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Overflowing
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
