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Rated: E · Poetry · Political · #911355

2nd revision. A poem about peace...

Peace whispers
through branches;
dies down without
accumulating waves
of sound.
 
Unregulated harmony
pulses erratically,
crests fleetingly;
beats under
eardrums threshold.
 
Rumors perceive
living waves of sound
regenerating;
refusing taming
agents of civilization.
 
Unshaped by man’s agendas.
 
Vibrating concurrently,
reborn continually,
peace whispers
through branches.

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