Normal, nonwarring
A state so profound
The nations
The creations
They utter not a sound.
Abstain and remain
The cease fire called
The antagonist
The protagonist
Cease their rounds.
Mutual harmony
Unaltered melody
The relations
The nations
They’ve all come ’round.
Freed freedom
Violated violence
Communities quaver
Public order wavers
It all falls to the ground.
And we whisper
Our hands held tight
We whimper
Asking the moon’s light
Bless us with not another round.
Peace passes
We try to catch it
It’s serenity’s sound
Stillness glistens
But it won’t stay around.
AMIE ANNE 
Insightful words. Peace should be normal but as you say, it doesn’t stay around.
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So many feelings and images in the mix. I am still trying to catch it: peace. Nice close.
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Thank you!
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Exquisite poetry that resonates deeply … deeply.
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What a beautiful vision; may it indeed come to pass and ‘stay around’!
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“But it won’t stay around.” No, it never does. Strong write.
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