Peace... 

Hearty freedom, thrown out 
Flew far, not be stopped
Craving, be unbounded
Freed in the soul, through the spaces
The enclosures, do not hold 
Seldom care, as there lies light
Headed toward, leaving ones
The path taken, a lonely one
Crossing ones, mere felt
The journey brisks, straight
Tried and held, not long enough
The cries of joy, unheard
Creeping through, the rules ignored
Unruly, a rebel inside
Not far neither near, halfway
Grown old, lived younger
Ideal, unseen yet
Touched by, soothed
Withered never, held high
Loved all, tried and tired
Peace and destiny, together!

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