We Would Have Been Good Friends

There were some people who lived on rugged mountains Others who lived on silver-sanded islands Never met but heard stories of each other Tales stirring fear for hate fodder Peering through black-tinted lenses Anger made them lose their senses What they didn’t know was if they had met They would have known they were just the same Humans with dreams burning like flames And they would have become good friends

Rita

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