…and so I pictured peace
…and so I pictured peace.
the lea of the meadow at sunset
meadowlarks chasing invisible bugs,
unfelt breeze riffling the tall grass,
the halo of summer warmth.
unknown to me a battle raged
within the gentle stillness,
a struggle for balance, for survival,
for continuation of the species,
the struggle to achieve stasis.
…and so I questioned peace
and its aberrant deficiencies.
its...
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