Daughter Of Peace Poem by Edmond Rand

Well, you are in peace my beloved
And wanna invite all offsprings of night,
To check again their box of toy,
And say: 'all have their stars'
Behold, gather together again,
The white suit and the black images

The White suit: peace of flowers born
With it selflove,
My black tongue is not judging,
Still a daughter of discrimination?
The black images: close their eyes
In the room of all stars,
Being separated from: 'DESCENDANTS OF AFRICA'
Being approached: 'DIAMOND STOLLEN BY NIGHT '

You are in peace my beloved green decoration,
Buried nothing except 'memory'
Show nothing except 'MOON' have seen yesterday,
Really a prisoner of light?
But seems like a bucket without water
Or little stones without taste of love,
Might be 'daughter of forgetting looking like
A young woman of peace'
You the white rose of my little comforting,
Princess of my king heart,
Which I named: BONES

Edmond rand