The War Ends, When We End It Poem by Roula Pollard

When I/you end the wars
one by one, and all together
I love you, I love you certainly, again.
Now, I hide your war uniform
in another cupboard of the world, beyond my mind, beyond
the universe
I move you into another aeon
of true Peace, in the present. Love blossoms there again
again, like a tall cherry tree
can you count its blossom, its petals?
Yes, love has its sepals, its petals
blossoming, and beyond them, fruits
fruits of life. Love has its blossom
into the Peace of mind, into the mind of the world. Love has its scent
as the world has its roundness.
Love has its sperm of truth.
Love action of Peace expands, grows on the horizon
of expectation-reality like a child, always
it tries every day, without hiding. It seeks it
growing in Peace

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