Peace
Peace by in your 10 am rise
and your imaginary X1 soccer team
let you breathe by the trees
make oxygen for all
Let it be in your Sunday picnic
and kisses by mother
who you miss
On thrashed fields see the wheat kennels wither way
Peace be in your trust
and in your lost white bicycle
or for your friend that moved away
up North
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