Found Poetry 593

3/15/21

faces of peace upon you
eyes and lips read the clean scroll
beauty in the word glints
starting a million flickering candles
which set off a million bombs
the words were pure, but
about peace people are never sure

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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