
The curfew of light called by crickets,
Eulogies for those war struck lives;
I gazed the starry sky feeling my crust,
Scarred by sharp spears and swift swords.
Hail mother earth, the end of war,
Shanti, paz and sukoon to all.
Decayed leaves rustling in the east wind,
Waiting for golden rays to entice life;
My ugly bloodstains too are washed
Through the rivers of the tears of joy.
Hail all warriors, the end of war,
Frieden, pace and la paix to all.
Morning strolls in this sultry garden
Livened by once valiant warriors,
Who were puppets of retarded governance,
Now walking slow with broad serene smiles.
Hail all soldiers, the end of war,
Modus vivendi and nirvana to all.
The calm scent that makes breath softer,
Swings to the gliding birds' lovely songs;
Now celebrating my most awaited funeral;
Synonyms for war lost in depths of extinction.
Hail all citizens of the lovely globe,
Peace, harmony and truce to all.












And I was going to use that same picture of a dove in my peace poem. Guess I'll have to find something else.
But you all did an amazing job! And I truly admire the background. It goes perfect with you all's poem. Best of luck to all of you!
Anyways, this left me speechless. One thing which u make me convinced to say about you is that your vocabulary is increasing day by day...gud keep up! I will advice u 2 start teaching Eng. tuition's
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