Peace

February 1, 2020

Peace, wind in your face

Peace, blowing autumn leaves past you.

Peace, the sun creeping through the leaves and branches of the tall daring trees.

Serenity is what I need.

Peace, laying on the cold ground.

Peace, watching the water droplets fall from leaves.

Peace, yellow and brown colors I see.

Serenity is what I crave.

This is the peace I desire in my life but I see what this world really is.

A dark place waiting for the light to shine over it.

I never felt peace but it was like I could grasp it in my hands.

Peace.

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