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This Is What Peace Is
The gentle sway of trees in the wind, golden locks of hair blowing in the breeze
Syncing with the cattails in the shallows
This is what peace is.
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why do we not know
why?
why are we destroying our one and only planet, our mother earth, our bluish-green marble that has kept us alive for millennia, our one and only home?
why?
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Monday
Monday
Rejection
Run late
Elections
It’s a Friday
Let's lie down
We’ll figure
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Firsts and lasts
Life is made of firsts and lasts.
Your first breath,
When your parents hold you close.
Your first steps,
When you can wander around alone.
Your first words,
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A Boy And His Fists
A boy is quick with anger
With charm, he uses force
On anything that breathes
Anything that has a pulse
But this boy is amazing
He's kind and uses words
His poetic touch, how he thinks too much,