In Our Fields Of Peace

17 Nov


We, the constant dreamers,
we who are as nature made,
to be reborn with every rain,
strive forth in our ventures,
whether scant or want staid;
we derive need from refrain,
and are sated in our construct,
while men of valor take action,
o’erthrow evils of the world,
and secure our corners of hope;
thus, we, the constant dreamers,
find solace in our fields of peace.

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Posted by on November 17, 2015 in My Poetry



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