Dreams
The dreams of love fill my sight,
slipping in through the dark of the night.
It brings both felicity and contentedness to my mind.
Hate is squeezed out of my mind
like a balloon which has a hole in it.
Love is a panacea for all diseases on earth.
It can extract, like a vacuum cleaner, tribalism from sick minds.
Hate and tribalism bring nothing but destruction.
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