(Poetry) Peace in Connection by Belinda Subraman

 

Memories like bullets

lifeless until held or loaded…

 

The wind comes around again

magnified from different angles.

Crystals are in the net,

an elephant in the room.

 

A gun reaper steals joy.

But it waits by a stream in the woods

where a voice in the wind sways the trees,

where harmony hums

through feet on the ground,

arms swaying overhead

with infinite connection and awe…

 

where a voice in the wind sways the trees.

 

Meet mago contributor Belinda Subraman

 


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