Thanks God
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Peace isn't hung from
any celestial bough.
We stoop to pick it,
prescribed by thou.
We are in the turbulent sea,
tossing like a cork.
We lie, we crawl, stagger and stand,
and if fly swoop down as a hawk,
to snatch the bliss we demand.
Thanks o god, for giving the strength,
to fight for water of peace out of sand.
Bu şiiri puanla
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