Day #357: This Poem
All people are children when they sleep.there’s no war in them then.They open their hands and breathein that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.They pucker
All people are children when they sleep.there’s no war in them then.They open their hands and breathein that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.They pucker
I am grateful to the peacemakers. They are creating the world I want to live in.
“You know, my dears, the world has been abnormal for so long that we’ve forgotten what it’s like to live in a peaceful and reasonable