by Sahra Ahmed Koshin
Published on: Jul 5, 2004
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Type: Poetry

On a fine golden morning
I found a singing dove
It sang with beauty and grace
It whistled pure harmonies

I asked it
To play a me a tune
One of deeper meaning
One with a deeper understanding
Of this chaotic weeping world

Ooh singing dove, I sang
Tell me
What is the color of peace?
Explain to me the smell of peace
What is the voice of peace?
Tell me the dialect of peace
Help me understand
Is peace a destination we’ll reach?
Is hope only a dream of the caged?
How do we re-write the alphabets
Of peace?

Before it flew away,
It sang to me and said
I don’t know much
But ooh dreamers of peace, come, let us walk together
Ooh lovers of peace, come, and let us sing together
Ooh servers of peace, come, and let us serve together
For I know a life of peace satisfies all
As a mind of peace awakens all
And a heart of peace loves all

I don’t know much it said
As it flew away
I only know the beauty of peace

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