Wiggle Of Peace Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Wiggle Of Peace



Blind to its all,
Sleepy eyes am tired,
Of the pain I hear,
Cold I am not;

Bind to its stories,
Near it has always been,
Shy always I crept away,
Gold I shine;

Kind I wish it glories,
Fear always seen,
But on high I live it's mountains,
To hold unto peace always.

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