London Poem: Day 124

19 December

At the gate, voices carry
Long and loud –
Hate, anger and misery
Disappear here.
It is only half
The sound of life blooming,
But surely all there needs to be.
Curious the world without
anger, and the sound unfurling.
If only we could maintain
Life as it is –
But, where would we ever know
The joy that drips out of
Every corner, as we see it now,
If we never know anger or misery.
I believe we are at crossroads.


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