When this violent tide
eventually subsides
and has abated
breathe deep
remember all the ones you hated
the energy you spent
on matters virulent
for soon the winds of love will come
and see your sails of anger
float like seagulls, calm and sated
For in this lies a clue
the gentle breeze, while not the storm
it has the power to subdue
the raging breast,
create the power of a love
made manifest
And see your fellow man
not as a threat
but as a flower that
you hold within your hand
for you are he and he is you
and the fragile ache of memory
you have to understand
once he is gone
will make you wish
you had been kinder
when all thats left is but
an everlong
and nagging deep regret
as a reminder
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