The golden lock
Peace is not your
whiskey
It is not either your
sex
It is that one little
key
For most challenges
complex!
You have a way with those
pretty words,
For them, you end up
in petty wars,
No matter how mighty
you think you are
You kill your selves like
powerful cowards!
Pray you sit with your
selves and think,
So your willies and
lusts are over for good
Peace as it were, is waiting
to unlock and blink,
Winsome words tarrying
to charm, just as they should!
The silver key
Moonlight unlocks
Embraces trees,
grasses
Brooks, waterfalls, fountains
Unabated, illogical
romance
In the music and the
dance
Intoxication and
love-making
Spreads through the
leaves
Smiles, and flirts with
the breeze.
The troubled world overlooks,
blocks
Eye for an eye, its
words, proverbs
Live in the dark,
Its frozen ears don’t listen
Cold eyes hiss, don’t
see
The warmth in the air
kissing
The quiet so clear, unworried
and free
Missing it is for
long, the silver key.
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