Death will not speak to us when we lift our poems
as banners waving in the wind,
our words we will fling
like javelins
straight into the heart
of darkness
into the Goliath we call hate
and in the end,
we win,
because love always wins.
This
is our warfare.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017 2019, ancient skies
Note: From my archives.
Rivers Renewed 
It does. Great write, Nico.
Thank you G! Peace and great blessings to ya.
Powerful! Brilliant! And absolutely right on, Nico!! Blessings! xo
Thank you Amy so much! Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.
Beautiful, Nicodemas 🙂 Peace and blessings your way.
Thank you Irene! Peace and be wonderfully blessed.
No words for this! Amazing!
Thank you for your great comments! Peace and wonderful blessings to ya.
Always, you deserve it!
Thanks! 😎
I remember this poem well and I still love it. Nothing is greater then the power love generates!
Yes for sure! Thank you Erika! I love writing this way. Peace to you and wonderful blessings.
Good for us, Nico 😊
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❤ ❤ ❤
Thank you M.B.! Peace my friend and blessings.
Such lovely, powerful writing! Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Gabby! Your comments are a blessing. Peace and have a wonderful week.
This excellent, Nico
Thank you More! Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.
You’re most welcome
So true.
Thank you Laleh! Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.
My pleasure.
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