Saturday, December 22, 2012

New Peace Poem

Calling for Peace

Peace has white
wings, and only comes when you
call it.  But you
have to know the right
names, those syllables you
have a hard time with. You
stumble over them like
a drunk in daylight,
and they, creatures of night.

copyright Katherine Gotthardt
Dec. 22, 2012

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