Real peace I find in the mountains, real peace I find in the leaves
Real peace I search for in the soil, real peace I search for in the bees
Real, I want real peace
To run alongside the horses, to ride a bicycle alongside a stream
To stand atop a cliff and not see the drop
and instead see the sky, the sunlight, the trees
and instead feel the breeze
and instead feel the breeze
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Poesíaa collection of poetry "Let this evening be the next piece of fabric you/stitch onto the dwindling threads of time" (from "it's late") {RM 2022-2023}
