WEEKLY CONTEST WEEK 8 - Poetry Game - Day 1 -


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PEACE AND LOVE
Peace and love
I am not a poem but
a vapour of emotion
and thought, see me not
but feel me in your
pulse
Nothing fully lives
nothing truly dies
see, a traveller warms
his body with fire
of dead twigs, the radiance
of the flame fueling his
life, out of decaying
corps life ferments
and millions of bacteria
live, out of a departed
soul is a memory of happy
moments

The beauty of nature is
therapeutic, maybe she knows
that we all are sick in
some way,
listen, we are ailing from
disease not from without
in a way we are disease
ourselves, we don't
invent deadly weapons
we simply
extend the human weaponry
that we are, hating is
reversed act of begging
for love, time flies but
death will cut it's wings.

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