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   writer boyposted 15 years ago

   War has been silence, conflict has been put to rest, worries have been shoved to side. It is holiday time in the air. The air is fresh on my skin, the brisk gental touch of a snowflake has glissened upon my face. I hear the children playing in the snow and laughing at the sight of a snowman. The snow keeps falling hour by hour piling up and up. The candles burning in the window still the lights flickering on the street corner. Now it is time to relax no sound of gun fire no sound of yelling or crying. We can all rest now, we can all rest now it is time for the season.

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      Cris Aposted 15 years agoin reply to this

      Does peace mean the absence of war? Nice poem, i hope you'd write more

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   Singer Boyposted 15 years ago

   Best one yet. keep em coming!

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   ahpoeticposted 15 years ago

   Here's a poem I wrote in 1995 called Similar Horizons
   
   As horizons swallow the sun,
   too many lie down under gun.
   No choice was ever given
   to how the rest ev er livi'n
   bore weightlessly truth known,
   shouldered broken by throne.
   A great land porspered feely.
      Many bright voices gleely
      are saying what's gotten
   but the rest eat what's rotten
   as horizens swallow the the sun,
   too many lie down under gun.
   That old word shunned.
   It's outlawed ways funned,
   rains gently nourishment
   and always encouragement.

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