The Fragile rivers of peace

The Fragile Rivers of Peace

Beneath the skies once streaked with fire,

A land now breathes through tangled wire.

Fields once fertile, now left torn,

Carry echoes of lives forlorn.

Two nations stood as shadows loomed,

Hearts divided, futures consumed.

A river ran, their lifeblood shared,

Now a boundary of dreams ensnared.

The war they fought, ten winters long,

Turned right to rage, and weak to strong.

Yet victory sang no joyful tune,

Just empty streets and a ghostly moon.

The scars were carved on the earth and soul,

A price too steep for fractured goals.

But in the quiet, a voice arose,

A seed of peace in a field of woes.

Amara came, a diplomat’s hand,

To mend the tears, to heal the land.

Not swords, but words, her chosen tool,

A beacon's light where anger ruled.

She gathered hearts from sides once split,

And stitched the wounds bit by bit.

The displaced found a home again,

Through bridges built where hate had reigned.

She spoke of rivers, their shared embrace,

Of futures forged in a common space.

She wove economies, fragile but strong,

And dared to dream of a unified song.

The nations quarreled, their tempers high,

But saw in time their futures lie

Not in division, but in shared streams,

 In guarded hopes and daring dreams.

The world watched close, its powers engaged,

 For in this place, their battles waged.

Yet Amara urged them, “Restraint, not might—

For peace is forged through reason’s light.”

Years passed, the scars began to fade,

The seeds of hope a garden made.

Refugees returned to their soil,

New lives rose through united toil.

And the river flowed, its banks renewed,

A symbol of what peace pursued.

Yet fragile it was, and fragile it stayed,

A truth that time could not evade.

For peace is more than the absence of strife,

It’s justice, hope, and the roots of life.

A vigilant watch, an enduring flame,

A shared commitment, not just a name.

Veridia and Caelora, once enemies sworn,

Found in the ruins, a world reborn.

And the river sang as it wound its course,

A song of unity, a tale of remorse.

So let this story be writ in the sand,

A lesson for every warring land.

For peace, though fragile, can rise above,

When nations remember the strength of love.

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