I Had a Dream
I had a dream that all wars were over,
the sky was clear, clouds like soft whispers.
No tanks rolled and no bombs fell,
no children hid in the shadow of fear.
Streets were full of laughter,
voices strong and bright,
hands reaching across
the lines that once divided.
The rivers ran clean, and fields were green,
the smoke of guns replaced by sunlight.
Soldiers laid down their rifles, faces softened,
and the world breathed as one.
I woke still hoping,
the memory of peace shining in my chest,
a fragile flame I carried.
God save us all. Amen.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
What a beautiful dream and too bad it will never come true in this world.