Poem -

Sea of blood

Sea of blood

Peace you must come
Roads of treachery, 
Everyone needs solace 
In the garden of the sun 
Do not kill thy blood 
Blue eyes looking upwards 
Towards the God of mercy
This tree is rising up 
Calling out for peace
No more blood 
No more killing 
No more death 
No more suffering 
For the mirror speaks 
ᖷoɿ ƚʜɘ miɿɿoɿ ƨqɘɒʞƨ 
Иo moɿɘ dloob 
Иo moɿɘ ʞillinǫ 
Иo moɿɘ bɘɒƚʜ 
Иo moɿɘ ƨuʇʇɘɿinǫ 
No more suffering 
In the sea of blood

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Tony Taylor

Wow!!  Brother!!..... been missing you lately .......this is a VERY powerful piece my friend...... is That language Syrian or something?...... regardless....... the intent...... which you write on often........ comes smashing through the window of the consciousness of your reader........ALL STARS!!........' cool stuff brother poet!!....... high fives!!........T xo.

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Jai Masters

Morning Tony; 

we live on a violent earth 

pity; this beautiful place suffers 

make the most of every day 

with days in the sunshine across 

the border away from the cold 

 laughing at winter. 

Blessings to you Tony. 

Thank you. Jai:) 

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Jai Masters

Good morning Lisa; how are you today? 

Blood makes up the body with water too

if only the substance of peace did too 

Is the sun shining your way? 

Luv & thanks Jai:) 

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