What type of peace
You want, my dear friends
That I want to know
Before telling something
About you and about me.
And who are you
I know not here
There is little scope
To know about anything
And anybody, see.
I am picking the flower
That you are not able to see
I am talking to you
That you are not able to hear.
Really this is unfortunate
For you also for me
And we are searching each other
Though we know we are here.
Lovely sentiment filled with curiosity...what, as strangers, can we share, if not PEACE....Happy New Year, my friend.
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Lovely sentiment filled with curiosity...what, as stranger's, have in common, if not the wish for PEACE. Happy New Year, my friend!