One Soft Morning
One Soft Morning
One soft and gentle morning I will wake up to a world free of war, anywhere.
I will walk out onto my porch and feel the peace surround me like fresh morning dew; falling, falling gently across my shoulders. New eyes will smile and love will fill the planet to the brim. No space left for greed.
time will be recycled
banishing hate and vengeance
hands reach out with love.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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