It’s not history
It’s eternity relived.
It’s peace flying
In the unequivocal past which has bled.
It’s the dove gliding
Cleansing sardonic roads it crosses.
It’s that tyranny ending
By the words of his fellow reflection, man.
In the fast pace of life,
And grave civil strife,
The gong sounds the onset of a new, bright day,
And my heart, only here it wants to stay.
It’s not history,
It’s eternity relived.
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I just wish the world would be like this. Awesome job!
Great description of the peaceful world we want to get, but in a different tense and sense.
These are the kind of poems I like the best. True emotions indeed. Great job!
-Umesh
Thanks for the thought umesh