we hear the screams of pain. . .
shouting around the world. . .
protesting evil, protesting hate. . .
quiet down, look within. . .
find serenity, find peace. . .
feed its goodness to the universe. . .
heal the wounds of humanity. . .
because they don’t see. . .
they don’t know. . .
they couldn’t hear. . .
or they just choose to ignore. . .
but we. . .
we must trust. . .
fate, karma and love. . .
to be our anchor. . .
in this turbulent sea. . .
of uncertainty. . .
on this mysterious voyage. . .
traveling in the dark. . .
under the twinkle, twinkle. . .
little star wondering, wishing. . .
for love’s mighty power to conquer. . .
tolerance and peace. . .
Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 11/11/16
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