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poetry by j matthew waters

I dreamed all wars had ended


though these hills are not mine
they are a most welcomed sight
rolling like a surreal memory
reappearing any day or night

rolling hills unfold a colorful valley
introducing dreamlike coastlines
free from greed & corruption
and self-righteous shrines

all destruction’s been destroyed
replaced by acres of wildflowers
a newfound spirit rising with the sun
resurrected into a new age

this self-healing land will live on
long after warring sides vanish
bestowed to us by the almighty
this day forward ‘til kingdom come





february two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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