To LiveA Poem by BettyTo hate, I must first recite the words of love, To ache, my flesh must first master the ways of comfort To feel anger, I must first breath the air of peace, To believe, my soul and I must first unite; To live, my life must be a painting of all, To die, I must first be a citizen of the world.
© 2013 BettyAuthor's Note
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