Endless peace
and frothless rage,
Play out
on this wooden stage.
Connections created,
silent and seen;
The actors unmoving,
yet shine a soft gleam.
The toils will come,
The battles enlarged;
Links will be broken,
Others mischarged.
And over at last,
Silence will reign;
A small piece of art,
It was not in vain.
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