
by : Bacari Gold
19/feb/2023
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feeling the cold wind
in an open sea of guilt
warm as a summer’s heat
i could never see
where hatred was built
a castle made of stone
at the top of a lonely throne
people living in there
can’t find a little love
a simple, warm, and tender care
friendly a smile, sincere a hug
can the utmost difference make
where kindness could be plucked
from anyone else down the road
not from the one whose heart is locked...
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