Beneath the deep blue sky

Lies the moon and sun

Speaking of the many days

In which are yet to come.


Listening to the silence

Hoping that it stays

But knowing that the peace

Will soon become astray.


Wishing, wanting, hoping

This day would be forgotten;

So we would fight one less war,

To solve all the wrong problems.


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