My Peace Is more surreal than walking through a sun bursting forrest, in the noonday sun. With safe whistled finches, carousing and fun.
My pain IS the monster that corralled those with hope, surrounded buy concrete, and crawl through IT'S throat!
My Love IS like whispers, that goose bump your skin. With arches and whimpers, from tensions and whim.
My Strength will stop trespass I'll meet at IT'S face, disarm IT, now broken, then see IN your face.
My Hope IS you're happy and IF you are not, I'll comfort and tease you until you are caught.
With tomorrow!
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