Winds of wars are
blowing crossing
boundary lines,
with the smell of
blood,
pervading everywhere
winds of peace
though blowing ocassionally
and its fragrance though blessing
like
sweet dreams embracing
each
such dreams but
ephemeral
like every honeyed dream
in a world
where nightmares
mar the sleeps of
each citizen
pull on we should
notwithstanding all
eventualities
good or bad
fearful or exhilarating,
such is our destiny....
Let's wish for the
beautiful dreams of
doves flying with
olive branches
around the world
spreading messages of peace.
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