Old poems (3/6):Peace

The flower I drew for this poem

The flower I drew for this poem

Just put your hand with mine

and the world will be fine.

There is something deep inside me.

Something that no body can see.

Let us be a one loving family,

so that we can live forever happily.

It’s a dream I’m waiting for.

It’s a dream can wait no more.

Leaving the world with peace,

is what everyone has to release.

From a caring and loving heart.

And looking at the best part.

I’m sending my messages to you.

I hope they will go through.

It is very interesting to see your writing after many years to remember the thought you once held and compare them with the values you currently hold.

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