Although I am weighed down
By the absence of Peace
I find solace around
With Mother Nature's bliss.
I pray for solutions
How'er vague it may seem
Doors of negotiations
Are still possible dreams.
Like flowers that can bloom
In the harshest weather,
Hope can find its own room
If everyone would care.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.04.14
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