What comes to halt
is not a distant call.
It continues on and on
from night till morn.
In the shade and open,
it scatters, reopens.
The only way to heal
is to feel it deep.
If smile doesn'tcome
why shall we weep
there being no error
greater than terror.
We should stand up for: peace!
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction... An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
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why shall we weep there being no error greater than terror. We should stand up for: peace! Standing up for peace. tony