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Poem

A Place I Can Reach

By: Shuvani Singh

I hear stories at night
Before I go to bed
About a magical world called Peace.

And it seems to go to this world,

Is more difficult than said.

I hear this land has soldiers
But violence, not a shred

No painful sounds of gunshots and grenades
And for every lost friend

A sincere eulogy read.

I hear this place has angels,
Fairies, kings, and queens

All in the form of humans
Who were kind enough to put others

Before selfish means

This is the world where I hope to die,

And a world where I hope to live
A world that I hope I can find
Within myself as well, so it won’t be

A land never reached.