Peace
The sun rises on a dark day,
a sad day.
The air is clouded,
ono one can breath.
A man falls,
blood coats his face.
A women screams,
a baby wails.
A brilliant light,
and both have stopped.
A dove flies above,
but a raven flies within.
A white light,
the raven fall.
A bell rings,
fire stops.
The raven lies,
motionless.
The dove soars higher,
in greeting to a new day.
Copyright © Kassandra Phelps | Year Posted 2011
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