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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Poem 263: Peace

Peace is like a broken sink
that's fixed
or pants that once to small 
now fit
or destruction and pain
avoided
Peace is the opposite of knowing
that it's wrong
Peace is when we're broken, 
still being strong.
Peace is what we wanted all along.

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