Peace
When the lotus
blooms
and the moon
hovers over
the sea
spilling its light
on the
waves below,
a lover’s kiss
tastes as sweet
as aged wine,
and peace wraps
our world
like a warm,
soft blanket;
if not today,
I pray it is
tomorrow.
Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino
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