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Peace lives in the petals
that are plucked
off a flower
with the mantra
he loves me, he loves me not.
Peace hides in the dandelion
which the child blows
sending the seeds into the air
like so many tiny helicopters to return again
under a sapphire sky.
Peace becomes the blue lake
deep, placid, in my heart
reflecting Thy thoughts
in lotus shape,
in melting love.
Peace is that golden swan of light
outspreading its long wings…
flying away from the earth
into the Milky Way, in search of a home-
have we lost it forever?
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Peace @ Poets United
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