Peace

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I want to be a hippie

I want to be a flower child

think only of the sun and stars

see flowers strewn in every frame

I want to feel only sunbeams

I want to hear the words of the wind

I want to say peace, peace, peace

let that mantra be enough

to carry me through the day

make all the ugly go away

I wasn’t born a hippie, though

while the beauty of a river heals my soul

it doesn’t last, alas

I find the old struggles of balancing love, kindness, mercy, and justice

waiting

*Salem, Oregon*

Published by coloradopoet

I am Cindy. I live in Denver Colorado, where I work as a RN in a neonatal ICU. I am a longtime lover of words, writing, reading and the piano. I am married to the love of my life who originally hails from the UK. We have three children who are tip toeing with adulthood.

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6 thoughts on “Peace”

  2. There’s nowhere to run…nowhere to escape the insanity of the fanatics who have been let loose by a delusional psychopath and the cowardly republicans who were part of this, and those who did nothing to stop it.

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