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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 27, 2018

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When at last the dew settled on the grass,

and I rose to greet the morning,

I was reminded of a time,when the sun would shine,

in bliss and without warning.

Now though, I'm afraid, things have changed,

the light has been snuffed out.

Where smiles were, hang tears instead,

and words we are without.

The monster came and laid it's claim on the world already torn,

leaving all who survived, barely alive,

to carry the burden of war.

But With weary steps, and cloudy eyes,

hope still pushes on.

We rise each day, forcing our way towards an eventual dawn,

searching of course, for a better course, to make life one day, worth living.

Painfully so, we tread on, but know, it's our lives that we are giving.

To right this wrong, and begin again, we must give over our self serving ways in exchange for peace.


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