Love sings so much
louder than bombs.
So, sing proud
whenever battle looms
on the horizon of your mind.
Let the music blanket
all that brings you down.
Let the sounds drown out
the internal grind,
and the words smooth
down the jagged lines.
Love sings louder than guns.
So, listen to its song being sung.
Let it walk through your life,
shooing away
the armies of misfortune
with its magical tones.
Let it clear the fortifications,
empty the trenches,
the self-firing defences.
Let it plant seeds over
this no-man's land
that fills your internal view,
so that the flowers
can awaken you
and take a hold
of your quivering hand.
Love is as sharp
as a knife, but as soft
as a feather, only cutting
out strife, leaving behind
hot weather.
So, when those armies
of darkness give chase,
and you are sheltering in place,
let it tease happy thoughts
to the surface,
instead of the fear
that makes your heart race.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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