By Pamela Odunaiya
(over 22)
Let there be a universe of peace where unspoken music will be resting like a cradled baby
Let there be a vision of peace where delightful nocturine verses become idyllic night magnets
Let there be a poetry of peace where all is admired and resolved even with myopic gestures
Let there be a colour of peace where autumn and summer shake hands and winter and spring breathe as one
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