Peace is such a strange thing, and it takes many different forms. A summer's day, a calming song, a sweet dance. A classic book, a full embrace, a long-awaited bride, a dream of comfort. A smile behind tearsyears, a distant hope on its way. And it's all we want. A life of pain would be our sole desire if it meant peace would somehow find us. And it's such a comfort, such a joy when it's finally within our grasp, ready to be consumed by our fickle and unsatisfied longings... Since we know it just has to be said somewhere that it is our belonging; we must be entitled to it.
Just a little something I wrote! I'm interested in hearing your views.
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