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In the end it’s balance.

When does love become pain

When does loss become gain

When does death become life

When does peace become strife

 

Your easy way , your easy smile

Let me sleep a while

Let me rest weary flesh 

Let me wake the day afresh 

 

The balance flicks before my eyes,

My ears they rest upon your sighs

The half light caresses your form

You’re not the balance you are the storm

 

The tempest that enters my mind

The turmoil that makes my blind

You’re the Angel that calms the water

With wings that balance the slaughter 

 

In that balance night becomes day

War becomes play, chains become clay

Moments become towers

Time becomes ours

 

 

 

 

◄ Shdw

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Pete (edbreathe)

Sun 26th Dec 2021 13:51

Thanks John

I’m very appreciative of you comments. I’m glad you liked it

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John Botterill

Sun 26th Dec 2021 09:51

I loved the way many lines are balanced between differing ideas. Fits in with the theme and the title. Bravo, Pete 😀

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Pete (edbreathe)

Fri 24th Dec 2021 09:44

Thanks Holden very encouraging 😊

Holden Moncrieff

Fri 24th Dec 2021 02:33

This is a beautiful poem, Ed. I loved the "wings that balance the slaughter" and the last stanza! 🌷

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