Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Free verse

A Thousand and One

I have counted 
my own dreams
to a thousand 
and one.

And if, I would put them into a book, 
it would be the perfect anthology

of happiness and tears,
of friendship and love,
of life…and death too,

that can be easily translated into 
different languages, but in whatever language 
you read me though, still, I am-- 

me, the old me, that all of you paid dearly,
for more than a thousand and one 
of wars,  

‘cos no one fully understood-- 
what they have decided and agreed
about me, peace.

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