We all long for peace, even those of us who are far from the places of the wars. The heart wears scars that hunger for peace so they may have time to heal, but it seems peace is a fleeting thing and not left to rest with us for any length of time; so very sad,though true. This is a beautiful, pleading poem, Bhuwan and your words scream those that echo within each of our hearts.
Take care,
Sherry
Take care,
Sherry
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We all would love to live in peace and harmony!!
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Take care,
Sherry
Take care,
Sherry