Clash of passions find_
even families one against the other rant,
for grand causes upon which all depends.
Long relationships upend.
To Arms To Arms_cried generations now at rest.
For death is seen as best,
rather than to succumb,
as victims to the way, of the victors of the day.
Passions come and go and with each cycle_wisdom.
For what have we just witnessed?
The day arrived when direction was to be set_
and so it was.
And we awoke_we took an early walk,
either soothed or free to debate another day.
In air that’s fresh, the soft breeze of peace,
with new friends now to be made.
(The Random Poet:111016
www.therandompoet.com)
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