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We are not soldiers. Peace runs through our hearts. Wars rage on regardless, We need not take part. Life can be a struggle A perpetual night But the sun won't rise quicker If we choose to fight So let's down our weapons And open our arms Become a safe haven Of kindness and calm. Life need not be a battle Where we merely survive We wait to rest in peace We should live it while we're alive.
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Penny, I love this poem. Especially, "Life need not be a battle Where we merely survive We wait to rest in peace We should live it while we're alive." I feel like that just, it's just facts. We should live life, while were still alive. That line(s) hit hard for me. Wonderful job. Thank you for sharing it!!
@dolphan wrote:
Penny, I love this poem. Especially, "Life need not be a battle
Where we merely survive
We wait to rest in peace
We should live it while we're alive."
I feel like that just, it's just facts. We should live life, while were still alive.
That line(s) hit hard for me.
Wonderful job.
Thank you for sharing it!!
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