Peace has long been valued.
From lighter elements,
With iron they're construed,
But peace they complement,
For peace is one of them.
The untouchable gem.
When pure peace is active,
None reflects the weapons
Of the spies who deceive.
The sulfur brought by pawns
So it continues life
And ends all human strife.
On the grains of the earth,
You show them what you're worth
And bring peace to its birth.
Their dark colors tarnish
The gems of our peace.
They think they bleach the wish,
But they convert and miss,
For peaceful reactions
Halt deterioration.
(April 12, 2014)
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PoetryA collection of the poems I wrote and the dates when I wrote them.
