Peace


Peace is like a journey of hope,
Where throngs of colourful daffodils and dandelions greet,
Peace is the quiet riverside, where tumbling brooks rush,
And fishes halt to hear the rushing tides of water,
Peace is this dreamy grassland, where green limbs shield,
A citadel I run to when endurance & courage is hurt


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