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Friday, November 13, 2015

When Dove Flies Above Eagle



When the bloody war is all set to fire,
From the ashes reborn a new phoenix.
When the land and air did verily tire,
The heart summon peace; the sleep to fix.

When men had learnt to befriend the pain,
When life was dark in the shadow of death,
The tears for the lost are shed in vain;
A hope for peace still enters every breath.

Men are born and men are died
Who do not wish to live in peace?
No hearts have ever for the love dried.
No minds are ready to quit the ease.

Truly, in the depth of every heart lies
A wish; when above eagle, the dove flies.

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