The City Of Peace Poem by Christopher Anthony Leibow
The City Of Peace
</>You turn to me and I stroke your
red, red hair.
Softly I lay your
head on my lap,
while I comb out
all the small storms tangled in your hair.
You sleep.
Peace is a city
both of us will see so little of
but here in this
small apartment,
between the wordless
moments, we can see outside our window
the city lights
far off in the distance.
Monday, October 31, 2011
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