How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Achieving peace your hands and mine,

It does not matter our place in time.

We cannot relive a past that often haunts,

Share a brighter future. That is what I want.

Join hands, smile a bright sunshiny smile,

Finger tips touch, we should start a new style.

The blood we have is always the same color, red,

PEACE we need. Our ancestors; all of them bled.

© Cynthia Clark

Juntamos nuestras manos

como rayos de una estrella

para que iluminen la noche serena

y cubran mi corazón agitado.

Este lleva una tormenta invisible

por la lejanía de tus manos

y la ausencia de tu sentido

en los rayos de mi estrella.

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We bring our hands together

like rays of a star

to brighten the night serene

and cover my restless heart.

This one carries an invisible storm

because of the remoteness of your hands

and the absence of your sense

in the rays of my star.