The river of peace
could flow again
but war makes
a harsh dry bed
a stopping point
where air is still
There is no win
just dead ends
The river of peace
shall only flow
when we learn
that love is the current
which carries it along
Tag Archive: dead
Green is the new brown
covering all things bare; the ground
Clear blue, the new grey
dull becomes a bright, shiny day
Buds begin to flower
more color by the hour
The dead, revived
I AM ALIVE
Heartspell 