Spring
Spring will come soon enough.
All the pain and terror will leave.
So close your eyes.
See the trees in bloom.
See all that you've never seen.
Close your eyes.
Please don't cry.
Soon our worlds will become one again
and neighbor will love neighbor.
Enemies will be friends.
But until then,
keep your eyes closed.
Think of me and that day.
How I wish that you could stay.
(I wrote this poem when I was around 11 or 12, which I guess explains a lot about it: The mood, some of the wording. But I haven't changed it much sense then. I fixed some spelling, but this is its original form. Today I have no clue where the inspiration for it came from, but there it was.)
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