Poem 788








Love conquers
The All.
Say it ain’t true.
No wall
stands so tall
that no love
may pass through.

As deluge of water
it flows
through the cracks.
It flows
unimpeded by
cold
and hard facts.

And just as water
grinds stone
into sand..
Love softens
The Ones
upon whom
stands its flag.

And over people,
once sovereign
and free..
once conquered,
love rules..
dictatorially.

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