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And So It Goes

Nubian Writer


Peace, what is it? Peace, where is it?

Found sitting on the corner block of yesterday's memories. Ocean water rapid moves of thoughts that say much of nothing. The sun can only shine when the sky is blue, really? So it goes to say that underneath the stones of faces marked with dispare, marked with the etchings of time lost. Peace, found it in the middle of the rain soaked filters of urban bliss. Inside that passion is the peace twisted with north winds blowing south. Stretching upward, reaching open and as wide as the horizons. There is peace, there is oh yes peace, inside you.

And So It Goes

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This can be a great holiday poem and a picture on a postcard would be perfect. It's simple yet says so much. Like the wind going in & out from somewhere. Bringing in the good and taking out the bad. Well at least that's what I got from it... :o

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