A Delicate State

April 21, 2012
Peace is a baby,
pure, innocent, and whole

Sweet, its dimples
Draws delightfully in
Absolute perfection

Coos messages
Of happiness,
And love

This baby of peace
It needs nurture
And delicate care
Keeping it in
Graceful state

Or else the delicacy
Would fall
Into piercing rage

The baby of peace
Needs food
The seeds of growth

Or else the baby
Would swiftly vanish
Into a deep dark hole

So take care of
This baby of peace
And shall it grow
Grander, stronger,

And that peace
Will be forever more.

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