Hope
For Peace I
In
the silent nights, I was dreaming about you.
Wings
were spread like an angel.
Came
to me, came through me.
But
first light is such slain.
Burn
you and me alive.
Spark
no mercy, everyday is misery.
You
were gone after the dew
Seed
of tree was dried.
Green
grass wasn’t reachable or touchable.
Behind the yellow brownish leaves
A
hope and wish came to the halted pinnacle.
I
am alone here, at single strain of peace.
Keep
counting the truth that never happens.
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