Rest in the shadows of time,
Lay my head, it’s not a crime.
And eternally fade to black.
Like fallen soldiers don’t come back.
And give me peace.
As I roll up my sleeves.
And find myself in my dreams.
In peace and retrieves.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A plea for peace and raises questions of how peace is obtained. Cleanly written and with good meter and thought provoking
A clever interesting write asking how we obtain peace and a request for peace themselves, enjoyed the read
Lovely and intriguing, the inherent calm of the rest invoked pervading as I mull the suggestion playing itself out. Sweetly rendered in tasteful brevity with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy whose serenity seems to call, thank you for sharing.
Thanks for your kind words.
But of course, you're very welcome.
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