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Poetry By: alhain


Submitted:Mar 16, 2009    Reads: 75    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   

My dear it is never too late

Nothing in this life happens by accident

If it wasn't for my tears I wouldn't be able to dry off yours

If it weren't for my anger I wouldn't fight for justice

Where thy kill I heal

Where they separate I restore

Where they envy I praise

Where they fear I love

Where they reject I bring to rest

The only way for truth to be there must be a lie

This is how we need it in our world

But not where we come from simply because we are that truth

We are here to see our true nature

Now understand the meaning of rapture

Everything that is opposite of love is an illusion we can use to see true love

So that's why I have stopped judging

I have not come to hell to take you out

But I have come to see you going out even if I have to stay here after you

Walk ahead and you shall find me at the end of the journey

Dry off your tears, you have never been alone

I am in you as you are in me; this is why we shall never be apart


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