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amid quiet waters
Athena lays down
her sword and finds
rest
the warweary sit
among oak and
birch trees that
reverberate with
the lust of hope
the stones, the
forest, the sands
sing of being
bloodless
mona calls the
flowers of night
into bloom
amid quiet waters
the young, the old,
the poor the infirmed
gather
peace rises
a new star born
into a wounded
sky
Published 24th Jan 2020
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