by : Bacardi Gold
28/april/2021
This is a reblogged poem from my other site. It carries some little changes.
if these roses can whisper
to people of different ears
if conflicts can listen for awhile
our lives can carry tears and cheers
.
thorns could prick our skin
protruding from the stalks
but flowers are all akin
various flags along the garden blocks
.
beautiful buds now abloom
speaking softly to the stars
thoughts were read by the restless moon
concerned about the ongoing wars
.
if all the guns would turn to lovely flowers
no bubble of hatred would burst as it poses
no braves would win, no cowards would cower
when bombs and arrows become bouquet of roses…
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