The Word
it may be cliche, even ridiculous for today.
i yearn, i hunger, i ache for Peace.
such a thing is hidden behind all the terror,
such a word has become a fleeting dream.
but i see it behind the curtains of war.
forgive me for these forbidden wishes,
but i yearn, i hunger, i ache, i search for Peace.
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