Peace
March 26, 2021
I dream about the pearls
With their glass-like feathers;
They fly in the sky
As they sing my lullaby;
So loud, but quiet
Like a sarcastic poet.
I’ve searched high & low blue;
But I cannot find you.
I’m running from the pain
All over again;
But this time it’s different,
That of which I’m certain;
I’ve buried the bullets in a grave,
But now I’m just a crying wave.
I open my eyes to a blue meadow,
I say goodbye to my shadow;
Pearls like stars in the sky,
I am a euphoric butterfly.
I grab a pearl, ever so tender
Hold it like it’s my golden treasure;
I always knew you were true;
Finally, I found you.
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