Not all things true are born best
So love grows in strife, even it heckled
like a mother bird at days end
comes to its nest
to watch and groom its young with bitter patience
So does love thrive slowly in the long wait
like an empire
Ever growing in temptation--of damning mutiny
to break and fall
Finally rewarding
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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