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Enmity is another emotion,
The only problem is humans are unaware of it
It is that one string within our hearts gone sour, and broken
It might be the weak one.
How do you mend weakened strings?
How do you heal clipped wings?
A healing touch to our soul, a balm to our being.
You got to leave what you preach,
You got to just live to heal,
A life not unique but ordinary and living will never leave you
Ordinariness and ordinary beings live like their whole life.
Enmity then would be alien to your being,
And it’s other pole, Love would rule your strings.