Eternal Peace by Izabella Santos

The warm breeze beckons.

Many temples painted red.

Frozen history.

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I will arise and go now, and go to the Fish of Hook, Where I can walk from beautifully babbling brook, Which shall flow over gentle...

In silence I scream, too scared to reach out, I clench my fist as I see others go by, those who can speak to others with ease, I hide...

I take a shallow breath, The stench of worked bodies and rotting wood fills me, As I step upon a creaky stair, That leads to the world...