A Little Lost Peace Poem by Edwina Reizer

A Little Lost Peace



There's an argument a brewin'.
There's a spat that is a stewin'.
Here it comes. I feel it.
It's like a tempest that blew in
and rocked a peaceful day.
And the saddest thing about it
no matter come what may.
I can't make it go away.

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