"I know whenever peace comes, flowers will be planted instead of mines"
- 12-year old Afghan student
When there is peace
They will plant flowers
Instead of mines.
And they will explode
In silence, and blow us
Quite off our feet.
Their colours will blind
Our eyes, their scent
Will sing in our nostrils,
Cling to our clothes,
And linger in the air.
Fragments will fall
As petals, not metals,
And none shall be afraid
To walk, though beauty
Too shall require
Our gentleness
When there is peace.
john davies
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