Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

BE AT PEACE


Be at peace angels from heaven
Be at peace mother
Be at peace my friends
Be at peace my reverend
Be at peace my God
Be at piece my saints
Be at peace birds
Be at peace Mother Nature
Be at peace sea
Be at peace farmers
Be at peace little baby
Be at peace fisherman
Be at peace moon when you shine at night
Stars be at peace also when you shine at night
Birds be at peace when you fly in the sky during the day

Submitted: Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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  • Colleen Courtney (7/6/2014 8:10:00 AM)

    So many things you have wished peace for in this poem but yet I can't help but notice that I feel you left out the most important one. Which is for there to be world peace. (Report) Reply

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