Poem 1

Our dreams are stepping stones
Our stories forgotten prose
Where the memories fall apart
And the pieces making works of art

The silence only broken
Giving you this silver token
Of a trust betrayed before
Where there’s no love there is no war

So I leave you with this message
And a heavy heart
What will this world be
When all this falls apart

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