Relative Peace

Clouded minds on sticks which lean on plastic chairs huddle around Nervousness, frustration, anger palpable The air that flows from our tongues joins in equity Then the air stops talking and silence introduces itself into the roomEyes lock grabbing each other in an embrace Mouths sigh and cheeks lift in relative peace

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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