Love Alone

The following was long and grey
I hear whispers of what they say
Trodden like a sodden march
Like salutations in the dark
And when the right has been done
Realise that love is one
And always itself to reveal
As more than something you can feel
Akin to a stateless state
Free of all that you call hate

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