White clouds, blue sky,
and red stripes of dawn
have put down roots
into this earth
spinning
out of control.
My flag cascades
from each pole,
with a rush of dazzling light,
spreading peace, as if fragrance;
its miracle will soothe the souls
for the crucial communion
of continents.
A show of mercy,
its tenderness urges
a presence of heart
and mind;
my flag waves
to let the breeze
carry its
healing breath
over us.
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