Each Moment Embroidered In Sadness Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is sadness with its lone and crippled feet
By skeletons that come in like shadow
Lonely hours of the dim empty street
With no smiles and laughter that come and go
Like serpent's teeth are those shallow windows
With their curtains falling down like sunshade
Each moment embroidered in sorrow glows
From falling roses and hours of the wade

Breath of the world is never still around there
Crossing the thresholds of lonely people
Like bat's wings of jets above somewhere
That is breaking the sound barrier's roar steeple
Four corners of the wind not ending - crying
While people to their believes are still dying

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There will be no peace if an attack is met with and attack, because the simple truth is, those who go by the bullet shall also fall by the bullet.
Bring peace into your garden and peace shall be upon you - all around!