Peace
Your hand is lying over the table.
An aura of innocence over your head
sparkling like a blooming sunflower.
You haven’t slept for million years.
All the hot blooded complainers and
Cruel smiles are hovering in the air.
Calm like a tomb you are smiling and
dreaming about an unreal dream of love.
Don’t open your eyes before you travel
back and discover the weeping meadow.
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