78 days – Calm enough to write a poem today
like a wildflower hidden
among the wild weeds,
We still exist.
We will survive all eventually.
continue to inspire
I wonder who they are though.
Peace yearns to be spoken about out loud.
I yearn for peace and calm again.
I want to know
how to tell if
my heart is still whole.
How wise am I
when I still believe in hope?
Should I believe that all this craziness will end?
Am I out of mind?
We are all paying a very high price now.
No money in the world will wash away the pain.
But still I remain,
and hum the glorious with refrain,
that asks all of us
I still dream profoundly
because heaven does not sleep.
It keep my dreams
floating among the purest clouds
and it shapes into the pillows
that rest my weary head.
Some words were borrowed from different poems and blog posts.
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