Poems and Prose and Girlhood

What is peace? Where??

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        is silence the peace—
        or serenity or happiness?
        is it the warmth from the hands
        that love has intertwined?
        is it a white flag being raised?
        or at throne being praised?
        or is it the golden hue of the glory
        rising up from the east?
       
        is it a reality that someone has prayed?
        with tears vaporizing flying to the
        atmosphere?
        is it a young petal patching up the
        tapestry that has shreded?
        or a rainbow filling a void of the
        cosmos where i'm seated?
       
        everyone is leaving to search
        for a taste of its definition
        some lay down the verdure in
        the blissful spring season
        some went to the shore to wait for
        the comeback of its waves
        some waits for the moon to
        uncover its, if it has, silhouette
       
        some tried to score over fate and
        were falling from their grace
        my questions weren't helping yet were
        blocking and messing the maze
        is there any currency that it could
        be compensated?
        or maybe it does run away swiftly
        as we go further in age?
       
        if there are chaos, will there
        be peace?
        or if there are no chaos, will
        peace never leave?

Estl. 01-10-24