some thoughts from left to right
War at peace
War at peace
War is at peace
Stable sound vibrant
alive
Rest are dead
words
Sting
Sting of known instincts
Shadows unnerve look
shady
Hat changes
colours
Hungry people
Leaders meet and greet
Talks garnished with promised
words
Hungry dinner
waits
Perception
From a high-rise
People appear as
dot-facts
Black stones from the
blue
Pen's word
A sword writes a letter to the
pen
I appear as weaker since
when
The pen in turn promptly
replies
Subject to condition always
applies
Siesta
Afternoons alive in yellow
slumber
Crows cry onomatopayas shout at
unwilling doors
Paaiper beeeek ssillacataouu
hingsooorma
Clothes dry maids have
mid-day rest
Playtime
Soundproof ears at work
Time to play war
war
Finger on the
lips
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