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The war is over

Peace, love and other kind

By Valentina SavagePublished 9 months ago 2 min read

''Make love instead of war''

A quote that makes me think...

No more without poured, between the palms, should live and die both not blood, but colored paint

Thus dressed in liquid, draw flowers on large floors

Waltz to the rhythm of waves, cultures, universes...

What if cannons were made to spread the scent of peace instead of smoke

And plant on the battlefields a whole circle of colored plants

defuse the bombs, with great solidarity

Repair broken glasses,

Cannons would launch love letters written on rose petals

With the ink of a bucket without wax, describe our differences

Use all this beautiful intelligence to translate and,

exchanging sword strokes would be poems written by illiterates,

Instead of charging the submarines,

The animals of marine circles would be released

dolphins and other beautiful creatures would freely sing the hymn of peace

How beautiful it would be to see

these mastodon naked and easily move around creating

those perfectly gentle waves to surf

up there high, the angels would watch the demons bow, offering their hearts of stone, to a great locksmith

All those infamous words that hurt...

Redeem for Cheerful and Tribal Fields

Hands in hands, in front of a burning fire

A fire that would ever recall that of the burning villages

The warlike past would forever be forgotten

Only a fine mist remains, under the no more murderous earth

Defusing the News of Difference Wars

Ban countries, tear off labels,

and see nations unite in a single and unique sound

And in every home, rage would never be born

Would throw at the body, only soft hugs

How would it be so hard to hear another roar,

than that of a sacred pact like the love between husband and wife

Why pose so much, when the only thing that should be counted

would be the thousands of people for an outrageously recreational concert

Free of riots and tickets

Because the music live in each of us, and vibrate through us

And why bother so much to count

these desperate riches,

Who would now redistribute

Never again would famine be quantified

Perhaps, if only, the famine of the abyss,

because all could count on an entry suddenly noticed

to the welcoming and even greater paradise

'Cause all souls could finally come together

After a life of proud kindness

Each and everyone would be delivered into an even greater world

than any planet, a place of reverie

where gods, goddesses, angels and humanity

would meet for eternity

What a dream for a simply new humanity

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About the Creator

Valentina Savage

I like disaster stories. Naughty, strange, or romantic. Read me and subscrive. Thank you!

Valentina Savage x

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  • HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)8 months ago

    Agreed with some proclamations- 😉💖Great ode 📝

  • Real Poetic9 months ago

    Very intriguing. I especially loved “Cannons would launch love letters written on rose petals” Great job.

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