"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, October 11, 2010

Tears Of Peace

The tears of Peace
Fall on the hands
Of a soldier clinging
To a weapon
Weeping that governments
Bring death as a mediator
Bodies negotiating
The terms of surrender


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