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
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
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We all would love to live in peace and harmony!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Take care,
Sherry