the peace of mine
We walk the pathway forward we went on. Populated with people, black jacks
and backwards we saw a little boy with a face, had me a thinking we've been
taught to want to stroll on sad silver streets.
So, sincerely I plead to those who can see, please, please, don't cut
down the trees or tear down the cities under canopies of caramel skies in
powder bags. Brag you might about the surety, so sure you are of walking
forward. Flip side eyes been looking for war, as far as I can see between me
and this peace of mind, of mine, of yours.
Lay down beside me the world is too much the sound of feet will drown
out our laughter but so what, whispers wander in winter winds but only by
the wills of wanting, weeping, willows.
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