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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
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