Peace
As the violent waves caress the stones,
the breeze blows the drowned to shore.
For the Earth it never seems to calm,
if a rose lures to bite with thorns.
And grains they are all but strong,
though deserts take the life of all.
Had I known that rivers flow,
raced I would, for oceans calm.
I the king, on top my throne,
drown in past, a bed of bone.
I drink, I laugh, I smile, I love,
and then I sleep to wake my soul.
So please my love it’s cold below,
draw the covers of dirt and snow.
Kiss me now and make it slow,
I forever, I no more.
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