Wild Me

Day 25: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

 

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Lately, I live in extremes,
a tipping place
where fear roars,
peace gives breath.

I see a wall built so high
we no longer realize
one another, safe in
our perceptions.

Wild me.

Help me see and hear,
touch and know,
we are one,
we are one,
we are one.

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