Good morning peace, you bring me humanities tears
The Weeping Willows are strong,swaying through winter’s-smoke.
She said, there is no, why,to fix what we searching for.
The burdens peace must carry,childless,widowed and broken.
She shared her days forbidden to fight,
So gently she passes by our wounded streets.
Krissy Mosley©2015
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