TRANQUILITY
The waves of tranquility.
Trip softly through my mind,
The dreams, the thoughts of peace,
They now no longer come.
The ideas of tomorrow,
They’re a forgotten past,
They live in the minds,
Of those who are dead.
The waves of tranquility,
Now no longer come,
For they have died,
In a hateful place.
They no longer remember,
Just a forgotten soul,
To care they no longer do,
I died for peace no one cares.
Nancy
7/3/69
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