Love Over Hatred

Far away from the world of love, hatred and war
There is yet another world breathing silently
Thats the world of love we call.

There holds no boundaries
No caste or creed
Its purely emotions swirling freely.

No land is marked with boundaries
No heart has desire for revenge
Its effortlessly sterling like a snowy land.

No racists, no biased nor are any prohibits..
No communities to crib, no class to talk about.
Its love that purely exist.

Let us all discover our stow in that land
Before hatred quashes us to end.

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