Love wins
Hate ends
Love is the orchestration of a great Symphony
Hate is but the baton
Not the orchestration
It's waves are but the ebb or flow focused on one side
What can be constructed in that way
Love comes with the other side
And behold the Symphony begins
Always with a standing ovation
We knew not how long we've been sitting down
Until love came it
Yes the banging of our hands together in applause hurts, burns and even sting but we sit down no more
Poem by Ananda