Peace Price Poem by Ludovik Celaj

When you'r lost in your thoughts
going through the raining storms
like you wearing an protected uniform
not so easly it can be torned
intentionaly got lit on fire
thats the part i dont admire
thats the way i feel sometimes
when i would be dwelt in suspicion minds
than the wind blow away the mess
a clear blue sky with sunshiness
it just topped my head with sparkle
from an nightmare awaked up in a miracle.