Peace likes no shouting, but petals scaling off
the shadowy glue of our tomorrow
it reaches us ‘till roots are bleeding
our knotted faces piling up
stares of fear and full despair
the glamorous stanza of hope
remains untouched, the eye is leaking so ferociously
tomorrow will not come
if you don't take this leap of faith
open your eyes to another day
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Peace
by Aldo Quagliotti