Peace
She is precious yet humble,
She is brilliant yet has no class for both the rich and the poor, crave for just a piece of her twinkle,
She hates disputes because she is fragile in nature yet
her absence in the mind of a battle, makes mighty warriors to stumble,
She mingles in an enlightened crowd yet you can find her living happily all by her self, on a hill in a primitive jungle,
She can be found on a pedestrian walk way yet she drives successfully on the high way, on a free will(wheel), or motorcycle,
She looks ugly in darkness but her beauty comes alive when ever hidden things are brought into light yet in the silence of the darkest night, both singles and lovers, can't sleep without her warm cuddle,
She can neither be created nor destroyed although Men have invented diverse imaginary copies of her yet like an atom, she dwells in an empty space in-between Love, sincerity and purpose, floating within the divinity of a holy Bible,
She is just a tiny, little piece yet she satisfies all appetites, because her aroma smells too sweet on a dinning table and her taste is too hot, to handle,
She might be figuratively complicated yet her personality is meek and simple, more like an ordinary piece that completes an entire puzzle....
Copyright © Phillips Nathaniel Man | Year Posted 2021
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