#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Awaiting the healing by the gentle mountain streams......

The world has its own weapon..
To cut through each other heart sudden
They were killing for the peace they said
I asked how peace comes to you from dead....
They were intimidated by my question...
Cause they never thought of this indecision
The authority realized the knowledge is about shine.....
The realization will stop this war....
So the dark decided to...