A poem about peace

She waits for me

In the meadow across the way

Shy and contained

Her love reaches


There is a brook

Quick and spirited where

She laments my passing

She thinks I do not see her


Every day I pass

Hoping for a glimpse of her

Not knowing she hides in the trees

Hoping for the same


I continue alone

Forsaken it seems

I think I can feel her

Want to know her


It has been centuries

But time has no place here

One of these days

We will both see

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