#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
The stange feeling as the long path narrows
As the moving leaves suddenly freeze
All my thoughts then seem hollow
Thinking, "when shall I find my peace"
This insecurity
Is turning into a disease
Being chased in my own vicinity
With all source of protection, still there is no security
Facing all kinds of atrocities
The flow of peace is a discontinuity
"Peace walks with violence" that's my philosophy
Nature is calling
Reality is declining
Rain is falling
Yet crops are dying
Life is demanding
The more we're giving
The less we're lacking
The more we're growing
Our Time is reducing
I have to stop all these imaginations


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