Peace
Peace, wind in your face
Peace, blowing autumn leaves past you.
Peace, the sun creeping through the leaves and branches of the tall daring trees.
Serenity is what I need.
Peace, laying on the cold ground.
Peace, watching the water droplets fall from leaves.
Peace, yellow and brown colors I see.
Serenity is what I crave.
This is the peace I desire in my life but I see what this world really is.
A dark place waiting for the light to shine over it.
I never felt peace but it was like I could grasp it in my hands.
Peace.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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