Love and hate can inflame
the desires of the insane
They can open the doors of yearning,
after knocking on them for years
They make the face of a desert
exude its first and final tears.
But where is the boundary
between love and hate?
Does it lie on the lock
of the blood-stained gate?
Or do they coexist inside
the entrails of compassion,fighting a fruitless civil war.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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