I never craved for peace like I do now,
No more waking up bothered, angry, or how.
No room for negative energy or thoughts,
Just wanting to be happy, tying all the knots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I seek a tranquil heart, a calm mind,
Leaving negativity and worries behind.
In the morning light, I want to wake,
With a smile on my face, no sadness to take.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Happiness is the goal, the ultimate prize,
In every moment, in every sunrise.
I long for joy, for laughter to fill my day,
To chase the shadows of doubt away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Life’s burdens weigh heavy, sometimes hard to bear,
But I yearn for a lightness, for burdens to share.
To wake up each morning with a heart so light,
Ready to embrace the day, to shine so bright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don’t want to dwell on what went wrong,
Or carry the weight of troubles for long.
I crave for peace, for a mind at ease,
To savor life’s moments, whatever they please.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let there be laughter, let there be song,
Let there be moments to cherish all along.
I seek the simple joys, the little things,
That make life sweet, like the sound of springs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here’s to peace, to a heart that’s light,
To waking up content, to everything bright.
No more craving for what’s out of reach,
Just simple happiness, within my speech.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by Walking shadow poetry Kenya<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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